Bring in 'da funk

I've been in a mood lately.  The last few days have just left me feeling blah.  I could pretend that my life is all cookie dough and champagne but it ain't.  I have my moments... many many moments.   

Today I was trying to shake off the cobwebs and the headache and the blahs.  So I decided to clean.  Such a dumb idea.  Cleaning a house that is full of children and activity is like opening Pandora's super grubby box. 

I bent down in front of Keith's bedroom to pick up (another) Lego and was confronted with a whole new world of grime.  Don't these kids ever wash their hands?  My house needs 3 coats of black paint.  They put their feet on the walls!  They run their hands along the walls!  Lauren decorates (stickers, pens, crayons, markers) everything I own!  And they pee on the floor and steal things off my desk.  And the junk ALL OVER THE HOUSE (don't get me started on Patrick's room!).  GAH!

I know right?  What do I have to complain about?  Nothing. So I choose happiness and contentment.  I choose joy and satisfaction.  I choose Excedrin Tension Headache.  And I get over myself. 

Feeling funky isn't bad.  Feel it, that's ok. Taking up permanent residence in the funk is dangerous.  Brush your teeth and say a prayer.  You are the light of someone's life.  Smile and be the light.