Mama said there'll be days like this,

There'll be days like this Mama said
(Mama said, mama said)
Mama said there'll be days like this,
There'll be days like this my Mama said
(Mama said, mama said)

For those of you who really do not know me, I love song lyrics.  When someone talks or writes I try to find different song lyrics to their statements.  Anyway, today was a "Mama said there'll be days like this, Mama said"  I was in a pure funk, Carson and Cinderella are starting to get colds, Carson had multiple melt downs and Cinderella wanted me to hold her all day.  I normally do not mind the melt downs or holding Cinderella all day but today was not the day. 
The funk is starting to get the best of me.  As I have written about so many times before I dislike when it gets dark before 5:00pm, the trees being bare and layering the clothes on just to feed the horses.  So what is my funk called "Seasonal affective disorder" my physician said, "Gret, if you take X you will feel better; you struggle with this every fall/winter."  After giving it much thought, I am going to pass again this year on X.  Prior to being a Mommy, I used to come home from work, take care of the horses, shower, and was in bed no later than 7pm during the winter months.  Now I am forced to stay up and take care of the children.  I guess that is not a bad thing since I love being a Mommy. Well, I am going to take me and my funky self to bed :)