Momma's bad mood

I'm in a bad mood today. You know, the kind of mood that hates everything you see, everything you smell, and the mood that makes you want to haul off and pound your small unsuspecting child if he says, one more time, for the trillioneth time that day, "Why"? My sister told me to go get a Dr. Pepper. My husband told me to go eat some actual food, because the generic brand Sugar Puffs I ate for breakfast apparantly have no nutritional value whatsoever. I tried to prove him wrong, and huffily read off all the ingredients on the side of the box. When the first four I read off were, "wheat, sugar, corn syrup, honey", I realized the futility of my previous argument, and had to quit before DH busted a gut laughing in my face. So now I'm blogging, doing it on the sly because my kid thinks I'm mucking about in his room, looking for some lotion for his bum (he's got a rash, poor kid. Normally I wouldn't share this information with strangers, but this is a blog for moms, and if you can't handle stories about bum rashes, seriously, you are definitely in the wrong place!) And I'm in a better mood. I read this over at Feminist Mormon Housewives, and I got my first real laugh of the day. (You have to read the whole thing, really. It's a good one. Lisa is in fine form!) Then I found Jacob's pirate hat discarded by the computer, and put that on. I looked at myself in the mirror, decided that I look downright jaunty, so I've left it on my head. I'm waiting for him to come up the stairs and see me, and either he'll burst out laughing at seeing his Mommy in a silly hat, or he'll burst out crying, saying, "That's MINE!" (I think it depends on if DH fed him those Sugar Frosted Bombs of Death that passes for cereal for breakfast or not.) So my bad mood has been solved by a eating half an orange at DH's insistence that I get some nutrition into my poor body, a funny blog at FMH, and a stupid pirate hat. I'm not sure that I would have come up with this independently, but the formula seems to have done the trick. Any other thoughts on how to break Momma's bad mood? And I promise we'll come up with a serious topic soon to discuss. We aren't all fluffy all the time. We do have deep thoughts now and again, I promise. And I'll start thinking them again once I get my laundry done, the mildew smell out of my house, and my errands run. I might have to still wear the pirate hat, though.