As I was cyber-stalking the entity known as Lululemon (shop them here, read them here, let them guide you here), I came across the "Shit Yogis Say" video, which literally makes me LOL [inner monologue spews forth every known acronym: "LMAO! BTW! NATO! ROFL! IMHO! TTFN!…"] every time I watch it.
I think it's the last line that really makes me giggle. I'm a sucker for a well-placed naughty word.
That last line also sums up my yoga practice (say that with your best National Geographic narrating voice) these days.
In theory, I like to do The Yogas in the evenings, after I put them rambunctious little ladies to bed. You know, when it's quiet and the day is winding down and I can light a candle or play some harp music or something. But with the sun setting at midnight or whatever in Minnesota in the summer (there are a lot of Norwegians here), bedtime has been a little late. The "one hour +" me time window between bedtime and The G and I eating dinner is really getting cut down to 5 minutes of me spacing out on Facebook. Boo.
Then, I started getting up earlier to run when it's a little cooler and doing The Yogas on my non-running days. Those yoga mornings end and I'm all at one with my intention and then them rambunctious little ladies come downstairs.
It's like they knooooooow I'm mediatating on being peaceful and patient.
And they want to TEST it.
V starts hauling her table and chairs into the kitchen for a tea party, knowing full-well of my "no toys in the kitchen" policy (one too many times tripping on a princess figurine and mini-rolling pin). Mae Cake decides she doesn't want to eat her chocolate chip boatmeal (it's basically chocolate chip cake, woman!) AND she's going to spill her milk… twice. While trying to stand up (and inevitably fall out, in my opinion) of her high chair, the Zoo is screeching at me to feed her bananas faster, even though she still has a huge bite in her gob. And the gabbering. Yapping. Singing. Complaining. NOISE. The instant they wake up.
Take that peace and shove it, Mom.
Namaste, mothers and fathers!
Riot and Frolic 
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