I have said before and will say again that yoga rocks balls. And I think it is really good for little kids to get in the habit of. We have a stack of cards called Yoga Pretzels that work really well for me and the kiddos. I didn't do yoga for a week and my entire back was like WHAT THE F ARE YOU TRYING TO PULL HERE YOU MF-ER and I was like okaaayyyy, back. Jeez.
So back in my yoga class I have lots of observations:
1. I was wearing a tank top that said Zumba in yoga class and while you think that would be okay, I don't think it is. Teachers are mad serious about their classes and they are all like oh so how do you LIKE ZUMBA, then? And I am like I guess you don't understand what it's like to have your life run by an almost three year old.
(Cut to Eleanor taking a selfie with Baby Lasagna and then Baby Lasagna covertly goes back to paw printing a sign that reads Kat Fur Saile)
I take whatever class Eleanor lets me, man.
2. When yoga is super crowded, heads and butts are definitely all in places they should not be.
3. The reason I have to take a CLASS to do yoga and I can't just do it at home is that I would never make myself do the plank position. Or side plank. I pretend like they don't exist when I do yoga at home. Actually yoga at home sometime just turns into me taking a nap.
4. I'm surprised it doesn't happen more often, but this time definitely someone behind me farted loud and clear and it's like whaddya gonna do. And also, it's like, you are so glad it's not you. THIS time.
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