And Lee came home with a percentage check, so the day ended on a slightly better note.
However, Will called out for me at 3:20 this morning, and it took me two hours to go back to sleep. I lay there listening to the sleet which had turned into rain by the time I fell asleep.
I was totally exhausted this morning, so much so that I did something I've never done before - I took Michael to school in my flannel pajamas. I threw on a jacket and stepped into my crocs and drove him over there. It was a vile, cold, rainy morning.
I had planned to go to the hot 90 this morning, but I was too tired. So I drank some coffee and puttered around here and about 9:00 or so decided to do some of the primary series. I did five Surya Namaskar A's and four B's, then the standing series through Uttita Hasta A. I skipped ahead and did the Marichyasanas. A & B are no problem. C, I bound on both sides this time but I felt like I was really hunched over. D, couldn't bind. Those kinds of poses are my favorite - I love ardha matsyandrasana in Bikram - it's not taught with a bind, but I always do it that way. I love to really crank myself around as far as I can.
I did a couple of navasanas and pushed up into a backbend which I held for five breaths. There's always that second of wondering if I'm going to be able to get myself up in the air when I push into a backbend.
Tomorrow, no practice - I have to go to the farmer's market, then the thrift store, then Ikea, then Blockbuster, then the library. I'm hoping to get a hot class in on Friday night.
Will is up above me, jumping into the air and shouting "expelliarmus!" and when he hits the ground, it's like an earthquake is shaking the house.
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I like to search any blogs that use the title of the day's work, today it is "backbend" and I found yours. I've never taken my son to school in my pj's, but I've gone without showering. Amazing how we dress them in the latest styles, fix their hair, make them look like royalty. Yet we're lucky if our shoes match each other and we remember to brush our hair. Ah, motherhood.
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