I am practicing not reacting.

Mommy is going to be a yoga teacher, she said. She was accepted to the teacher training, and she told me that from December until May, she'll be gone a few days each month. I do not get to go.

Personally, I don't understand why not. I bring so much to Mommy's yoga practice and meditations, sometimes she has to come up with these things she calls modifications so I can be on her mat with her. Sometimes I get under her so she won't bop her forehead on the floor if she falls out of something, and I always make sure she's okay. I can meditate. I have never chewed on one of those cork blocks she uses sometimes, and she even gave me my own yoga mat when she got a new one. I am fully potty trained and know my manners. So I don't know why I can't go.

She has told me that she needs someone to watch over the house to make sure Daddy doesn't burn it down or put holes in the walls, but she could call Grandmama for that. She said she will be in the car for a few hours on the way there and back, but I love rides, so that one's not passing muster either. So while Mommy gets to go and stand on her head and be further enlightened and all that, I get to sit here. With Daddy. And my kitten, of course, but - still.

So I am simply not going to react. I am going to accept until my ears smoke, but I am not going to react to this. Daddy can't cook like Mommy. He doesn't know where to put my morning treat on the floor by my dish for me to find it when I come back in from my morning constitutional. He doesn't understand that the placement of my blanket is very important. He and I have our fun little games, but my place is with my mommy and that means I want to go to the yoga teacher training with her. But I am not reacting. I'm not.

I am going to sit and not react while I pretend I get to go.

Enjoy your day and dance some while I just keep right on not reacting,