A Case of the Mondays

I went to bed on a bad note last night. I was crabby. Dan was crabby. I woke up this morning, tangled in a sheet with the comforter no where to be found (it was on the floor). My car got parked into the driveway by a truck. I felt like I had a million things to do. I had to do this, and this, and this. . . .  It was an "if you give a mouse a cookie" moment, but in a negative way.


As I was crabbily looking for something to eat for breakfast, I found a bunch of bananas in the freezer.

So I made banana bread. 

Baking relaxes me. I think it's a combination of mixing things together to make something delicious, the thought process it takes, and the wait time during baking. I also feel like I'm getting more done- while the bread was baking, I did some laundry. I like when I'm efficient :)