Some days just feel like a gallon of milk has been spilt all over the floor.
You stare at it with a glazed look of shock, exasperation, and resignation on your face.
You are too tired to care, but no one will make the milk go away but you.
You pray for a "cat" to come and lick it all up--not just lick it all up, but wash it away making the day sparkling clean and energized again.
Some days are just like that--spilt milk kind of days.
All you can do is sigh. . . a big long sigh.
Eventually, YOU have to CHOOSE to grab that cloth, get down on your knees, and clean it up.