Should've stayed in bed today

Ever had one of those days where you just felt like you should have stayed in bed? This morning was one of those mornings for me. I woke up bright and early for a nice morning run. Now, 5:30 a.m. is not considered bright in my book - just early. It isnt even bright outside at that time, which is probably why I tripped and fell down the stairs leading from our back deck to our driveway. There are 3 steps but I decided to use only 2 of them and fall down that last one.

I got over my fall with no major injury (I was extremely thankful for the darkness at that point b/c no one witnessed my fall). I met the girl I run with and we took off - it was a cool morning and we just started our conversation when a car came up behind us from nowhere (we were leaving the parking lot where we meet and headed towards the sidewalk). I took off one way, she took off the other way and we collided (I ran towards her she ran towards me. Dont ask. It was too early). Almost got hit by the car and looked like total goobers.

Ok, got over that. Ran just a few more steps when a cat jumped out in front of us - she screamed, I tripped on the sidewalk and the cat ran away. We ran 4 miles and I must have tripped on the sidewalk, branches, rocks every few minutes. It was about 1 mile into the run when I said "I should have stayed in bed this morning".

We finished the run without anymore major incidents and headed home. Now, I set my coffee pot to go off at 6:20 on the mornings of my runs. I soooo look forward to coming home and having the coffee ready. We meet in a parking lot where there is a Dunkin Donuts and my running partner hits the drive thru each time for a coffee. I hold out until I get home - but it is oh so tempting. So I walk in the door this morning and - no coffee. I set the timer but didnt turn the pot on. That was almost my breaking point. Almost - until I realized we were out of sugar and I LOVE a little sugar with my creamer and coffee. Should have stopped at Dunkin Donuts.

I sulked and I pouted and I contemplated going back to bed (for the 30 minutes I had until Jack woke up) but I didnt. Want to know the secret for turning a miserable day into an awesome day.?? It's called a 3 year old little boy named Jack. I walked in his room to get him up - yes, still sulking - and he said "Happy Birfday, Mommy." He has said this to me each morning since my birthday (We are actually celebrating Birthday Month in this house since Jack and I both have birthdays in September). So sweet. How could I have a bad day after that??