Don't Cry Over Spilt Cheerios

I should have known what I was in for today when first thing this morning I spilled an entire box of Cheerios on our kitchen floor. I had a personnel issue and didn't run this morning. My outfit was less than stellar. Time seemed to be dragging. At about 4:30, I closed my office door (very unusual) and called Lori. I vented. I cried. I told her I was tired and grumpy. Sometimes I confide in her because she's the only person who's had my job and lived to tell about it. She always offers a sympathetic ear and then, instead of wallowing with me--she gives me a bit of perspective so I can get on with the goodness that is my life. I've learned that semi-yucky days make you more grateful for all the good days. I can't wait for tomorrow.