after attempting to spend myself down by digging up half my back yard down 3-4 ft ("I just can't kill your libido, no matter what I do...or are you unhappy...?"), I taught yoga today to a room full of little foster kids. I left there thinking 1. I want to teach kiddie yoga and 2. why/how are those kids labeled "extremely emotionall disturbed"?? most of them were about as big as a minute, first of all, and they all were...they were KIDS.  of course they were rolling on the rolling chairs, duh if you don't want them to roll don't give them chairs with wheels! jeezus. The Girl says this is why I should do foster care, because what looks like insanity to most people looks well within the range of standard pain in the ass to me mostly.