Back when I was a kid, my mother used to say that sometimes I “woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” I was grumpy when I first woke up, and grumpy through breakfast, and still grumpy when I left the house in the morning for school. She pretty much just made sure that I did the basics of getting dressed, brushing my teeth, combing my hair, and otherwise left me alone on those mornings. With all of us kids running around in the morning, she did a pretty good job parenting to get us all dressed, fed and dispatched on time.
I don’t know why I sometimes wake up in a bad mood, but I am in a bad mood today. Even a second cup of coffee did not clear the cobwebs and the scowl on my face. Last night was nothing out of the ordinary, but when the alarm clock sounded at 5:30 am, I REALLY did not want to get up and deal with the day ahead. Usually a good cup of coffee will take the edge off, but this morning it didn’t help one bit. I tried a second cup – no help.
On days like this, it is best for people to just give me a wide berth. Don’t ask me what is wrong. Don’t try to cheer me up. Just leave me alone. I’ll work it out and get over it eventually.