I had a feed bag full of moldy/stale bread scraps and bits for the goats and chickens. Kiddo got into them, possibly as early as Friday afternoon. This weekend has not been fun. This morning was not fun. We sent the school bus along without picking her up, as she was out of control behaviorally. She tried to force herself onto the schoolbus, and the aide had to physically keep her from getting on. It didn't get any better from there. The whole weekend was like this, and this morning I lost control myself, and Blacksmith tried to keep me from breaking things in the kitchen by getting me out of the kitchen. I reacted with a very badly performed martial arts breakfall (we used to train together in a class years ago) and landed badly. My tailbone is very, very ouchy. I bet bruised too. Kitchens are not good places to mess up a breakfall. Just in case you wondered. So I've been in pain all day, I'm sore this evening. (Even with having planted a dozen grape vines.) We went out to decompress after dinner, and I'm a bit lit too, having taken extra vitamins and water, which is good. But will be short on sleep as a result, but she'll be in school tomorrow so tomorrow morning I think I can get in an hour of naptime. And take lots of Tylenol so I can keep moving - you don't get to call out from livestock. Farms don't work that way. Why does it seem like everyone on the boards had a Right Proper Dreadful Monday today?