I've been totally ignoring the fact that I'm moving in, like, 3 days. There is a pile of boxes sitting by the front door, but that's about it. Today I need to face reality, and get my ass packing!
Yesterday was Soph's first day of summer pre-school, and boy did those 4 hours go fast. I went to what I thought was going to be a one hour "gentle yoga" class. What I got instead was 2 hours of Kundalini. Kicked my ass. But I'm surprisingly not sore today. In fact, I'm feeling pretty good. The Kundalini is supposed to do tons of stuff with your nadis (sp?), the energy pathways through your body. I don't know if I buy it, but I do feel somewhat energized. I better. Some of that Kundalini stuff is bizarre. My favorite was sitting cross legged, cross-eyed, and puffing out our cheeks for like, 5 minutes. No--wait. The laying on out stomachs, humping the shit out of the floor (I think she called it "hip bouncing").
After the Kundalini was an my eye appointment, then a quick trip to the dollar store for a birthday present for my nephew (I'm cheep, what can I say. I did score a 4 foot water gun though. His mom was thrilled.) and then it was time to pick up the girls. ("The girls," for future reference, are Soph and her friend A. They are going to be a matched pair pretty much all summer.)
Needless to say, I did zero packing. And what I need to do post haste is quit playing around on the computer and START. But I don't wanna.
Today's best thing about being a mom:
This morning she was sitting by me while I was checking out the celebrity gossip. She pointed at this picture and asked, "Is that you mom?"
Today's worst thing about being a mom:
Remember those packing boxes I mentioned? I can't convince her that they're for me to pack with, not for her to make dolly cradles, trains, castles, etc. with. She's already ruined half of them.
4 comments:
hip bouncing. how do you not just look at the instructor and say "excuse me, what?" or at least not start giggling madly?? and now I have salt n pepa's "push it" in my head.
packing's a BITCH. good luck.
Good luck with all the packing! I really want to start yoga, but I'm so self consious I don't know if I could bend like that around a room full of people.
Where's all your Karoke buddies - Put on some tunes hand them a box and tell them to start stuffing and then they can sing their song!
I hate packing! I hate moving! I love me a new house and new ways to decorate so I guess you have to take the bad with the good!
I always thought Kundalini sounded dirty. And now the hip bouncing confirms it.
PACK WOMAN! PACK!
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