It’s early, the house is just waking up. You’re not even through your first cup of coffee and you hear the girls fighting in the back room.  “Here we go again.” you think to yourself as you shuffle back there to break it up. Come back out and your little old dog pooped on the floor… again.  Then you are on your commute to work, running late… again. Already dreading the rest of the day ahead of you.  Without even realizing it, you’re already in an off mood. Some jerk cut you off, which causes you to spill hot coffee all over your clothes. Being grumpy already, you give him…