On Wednesday I woke up at 5 am and couldn’t go back to sleep. I snug out trying not to wake my son (my husband sleeps through anything). Looking forward to an extra half an hour of time for myself.
I finally finally created some space in my day for home practice. After ten years of talking and thinking about it, sometimes kind of trying to start with some kind of yoga at home, I now get up at 5:30 during the week. That gives me half an hour usually, enough to do some breathing, sun salutations and sometimes sing a mantra. I already noticed the difference in my energy levels. I love it.
Well, on Wednesday, my son got up ten minutes after I did. I was in the middle of a sun salutation when he bounced through the door. I didn’t want to stop and convinced him to look at a book while I finished off. He was watching me instead.
Is that how you do your yoga? Mmmm.
You are doing that really well, Mama. Mmm, thank you.
Then he got bored and started roaming about the living room. I kept going with my sun salutations
He found my husband’s electric eraser. Zzzzzzzzzzz
Look Mami! Sigh…
I gave up.
Hey sweety, want to read a book before Mama needs to get ready for work?