Having a good morning, Tuesdays I get an extra half hour to laze in bed, don't have to start Kiddo's breakfast until 6am. Whee. So I cleaned my little bathroom, thought about what I want to do to brighten it up, that cheered me some. (I'm in a down mood stretch, chewing my legs over June when the trees have little set fruit, the raspberries are starting to bear, the little bush cherries setting fruit, the first strawberries getting ripe... and how will I keep Kiddo on a leash if I can't get the Regional Center to help with a behavioral plan because I haven't filled out enough paperwork or the phase of the moon is wrong or the barometric pressure is all wrong or whatever? Feeling a bit up this morning - then Blacksmith (who is having medical issues of his own and going to have a nice day waiting at the VA today) told me all the lights were on a couple nights ago at 3am after having turned them all off before bed (he and I usually do this, RN is often busy with the baby and the two older Vikings aren't tall enough to reach the ceiling switches.) And bam, the headache, and the gut pain, because it was obviously Kiddo who went in to rummage through the house for something or other, which means she snuck out without waking me up (rare) and I have to start locking us in again. Right, just let go. I *still* haven't figured out how to do that with her. Goat-wrassling helped - moving the babies in and out of the orchard to trim the grass that is. I've got a bunch of stuff to plant today, that will help, and I have to make phone calls, which could go either way. Yeah, I read the article on detachment. Saying "let go" or "detach" and breathing through and all that can work. Really, it can. But I guess I still haven't figured out how to break that board. At this point it feels like a two or three board break.