Yesterday, I had a hard time all day long.  I contribute it to being a Monday, but it was more than that. It started out innocently enough, with my swiss cheese bag that wouldn’t close. You know sometimes how you have trouble?  How there’s a little air pocket in the side and it causes it not to be lined up right and screws the whole track up?  It was like that. Or so I thought.  I started really looking at it after about four tries, and realized the whole blamed zipper side was gone, it was all connected on one side and open.  Dang.  I didn’t have time to fool with it, so I threw it back in the drawer and away I flew.  I made some waffles, and went to pour me a tall glass of milk…and there was none.  I knew we were low….evidence of Johnny fixing himself a bowl of cereal in the sink.  He NEVER eats cereal before he goes to work.  Oh well. A minor inconvenience, right? I drank water.  He texts me on his way home that he’s gonna stop for a gallon.  Great.  I’d already forgotten about it at this point.  I get home and awhile later, I hear him in the kitchen grumbling.  “What’s wrong?” He’s pouring…