My mom insisted that I join her at her yoga class. It’s a little weird to me that she’s such a devotee–a phenomenon of only a year or two–but she bought us one-week passes to her gym, which includes five sites worth of cardio equipment, weight rooms, swimming pools, and group classes. (Nice mommy!)
So yesterday evening, after a night during which I didn’t sleep and a day during which the kids didn’t sleep, I went with her. If for no other reason that Taxman had to deal with bedtime with the crazy children.
And wow, was it nice! The instructor was really good. The poses–well, some were hard, some were fine, and some were much easier for me this time than the last time I did yoga…when I was pregnant with Miss M. (Always a little more graceful without the bowling ball in front, throwing off your center of gravity.)
But the nicest part of all was just being still. Holding the warrior pose without having to break up a fight. Lying on the floor with my eyes closed, breathing in and out, without having to fetch anyone…anything. I had forgotten what it was like; I have a hard time even being still in bed at night.
I was asleep by 10 and really could have faced the day when AM woke up at 3:30 (but I got another hour–no objections).
I really need to look into this at home.