Lightning Comes Before Thunder

February 6th:
I started out the day tired, grumpy, and impatient.  I've gotten so  accustomed to Ross being here to make the coffee and help with breakfast for the Ginger Bros. (I know. Can you say spoiled?).  He's away for a couple of days and so TAG, I'm it.  I was in no mood for people this morning, especially little, demanding people.  I just wanted to stay in bed.  Alas...

Since my mood was blah and I actually had no where to be all day for the first time in weeks, I had every intention of climbing back into bed.  However, as I headed that way, I saw Lightning McQueen out of the corner of my eye.  Ka-chow! 

That's when my direction veered from my bedroom to the boys'.  There I found myself adding Lightening to the other toys as I put them away and straightened and organized their wardrobe and closet, (making mental notes of what clothes need to be ceremoniusly burned for having too many holes in or stains on them from the fun they've seen). Then, although I try to be a one laundry day a week gal, I threw in a load.  (Livin' cray-zay!).  I vacuumed the house which hadn't been done in two weeks  (That's a big deal 'cause I'm a twice a week sucker-upper.) and then in ten minutes I gave a redo to an old table in the boys' room and rehomed it in the living room.

I felt so productive and satisfied.  As I opened the front door to allow the warm sun to shine in through the storm door, I thought about how glad I was that I didn't take that nap and how good I felt and how  much I'd gotten done simply because I moved forward. 
I think, sometimes, that's all it takes... when you feel your worst, defeated, grumpy, like you're stuck, just take a step.  Move.  Pretty soon you realize that you've moved so much and so far that that bad mood, that problem is way behind you.
Yeah.