I taught my first yoga class today. Not exactly my first class, but sort of.
My “first” classes were in teacher training to my fellow trainees, but those don’t really count.
Then I taught a restorative class a few weeks ago at the studio where I practice, and although that was a real class, it was just a few resting postures (have you ever been to a restorative yoga class? It’s awesome.) so I’m not sure that counts either.
Some of us (who shall go unnamed) have been feeling a lot like this for the past week or so.
(He’s pretending he’s a pregnant woman.)
This means that meals around here have been a bit lackluster lately. I’ve been letting Barbie’s Sharpie outfits steal the show.
I just realized that I post quite a few pictures of my kids in their pajamas. I do dress them when I finally drag myself up from the prone position, I swear.
More Mama’s Weeds
