Where oh where or where's my mojo?

I think I have lost my mojo...

I'm looking for it.  I have tried looking under the mounds of laundry, the bushels of paperwork, the reproducing dishes, tons of diapers and have even frisked the children for it.  No luck.

Where does mojo go when it needs a break?

I secretly think that it is my fault.  I think my mojo sensed the foul mood I have been in going on three days and it decided it was best to get out of dodge.  Now any mojo worth its salt however would have an innate understanding that its sole purpose is to prevent and overcome such an influx of stormy weather.

Where does one shop when looking for a more resilient, loyal mojo!