I was woken up at 2 AM last night by a feverish toddler. Unlike most sick children, she did not want to be cuddled or rocked. She wanted to play. “Let’s go downstairs and build a tower with blocks,” she suggested. “Let’s practice letters.” Her cup runneth over with ideas for Fun Games in the Middle of the Night. After a while (a long, long while) she told me I could put her back in her crib. I think she was disappointed that I wasn’t interested in partying with her.
So she’s home from school today, her good cheer long replaced by a rigid crankiness from lack of sleep. And did I mention she doesn’t take naps? And that my husband is working a double shift today? And that I missed one of my favorite yoga classes of the week? Let’s just say I’m good and cranky, too.
I did get my writing done this morning (thank you Dora, Diego) and I’m hoping to practice yoga for a half hour at home. I’m still pretty sore from my Yin class on Monday. Yin is all about taking a yoga pose and holding it for a really, really long time. It stretches and strengthens far beyond muscle– it reaches the connective tissue, ligaments, and tendons. Nine months of practicing Yin yoga one hour a week, has convinced me that the way to the fountain of youth is through Yin yoga.