Blue Day

I woke up this morning rolled over in bed It was the weekend by the way I knew right off by the mood I was in That this would be a blue day The sun was shinning cheerily There wasn’t a cloud in the sky Why I was grumpy, I’ll never know I will never know just why When the day is blue, I’m not talking about the color But the mood that I’m in instead There is no food that will comfort me When I get up this way out of bed I was having a good hair day my teeth seemed extra white But I thought I looked like a big blob I got even grumpier when I was by myself After my husband left for his job I hate having days that are like this The days that are oh so blue I’m mean to myself and everyone else Antidepressants are way past due!