The True Vyne

I feel like I'm in a bit of a funk. It's back to the six in the morning routines after spring break. This morning started out with the van not turning over for the second time in three days, because an unknown child left the lights on inside all night. That battery is getting a Arnold type workout. My son with attachment disorder immediately picked up on my irritation over the van and ran over me like he was on his way to watch a fire. Only he wants to watch me burn down. And then there's the not eating food thing which puts me on edge. To shave my rough corners, I want to start planting in my garden, but the spicket froze and cracked over winter, so i have to wait for Buck to have time to repair it. Ain't nothing gonna grow without water. Maybe lining the paths with rocks again will provide a necessary outlet to this irk.
I came across the word "kindness" earlier and thought, "Nah, not even feeling it." This puts me squarely in the stay out of the moment and into commitment to action rather than flinging about my snippy disposition. I sense a "white knuckling it" day ahead for me.