I am officially an adult! How do I know this? Because I about did the dance of joy when the washer repair guy came today! We have only been washer-less since Friday at noon. That meant two of the 4 regular Friday loads had been completed before the door hinge decided to break on our front loading machine. Since we could not ensure it was tightly shut OR that it would open if we tried to jimmy it somehow, we left it until today when the repair man could come.
On Saturday I spent several fun filled hours at the laundramat doing the 6 loads that accumulated between Friday at noon and Saturday at about 2 p.m. What can I say? We are apparently a very sloppy family of 6 with a LOT of wash. It did not help that Friday we also change the beds and one of those loads did not make the cut before the door catastrophe.
But today, today is blissfully wonderful and right. There is no mountain of wash in my teeny bathroom. This was seriously giving me anxiety which is somewhat stupid. In my defense it is a VERY teeny bathroom and the pile, er mountain that developed was large enough to hide a Yeti.
So now, I will drink tea and fold wash, and smile!
Tuesday, March 28, 2017
Saturday, March 25, 2017
Of Cobras, Planks and Downward Dog
Life is busy, and truthfully I would not have it any other way. Days are filled with work, train schedules for Rob, commencement details for Rob, work for Rob. There are dance classes for the youngers, Scouts and sewing classes for Lissa and book club nights for KC. I love that everyone has a lot of interests. These experiences are their choices. None of it is me deciding to fill up the hours of our days and nights.
My work is fast paced and stressful. I typically (shhhhh!) work through my lunch. I always have plans of walking the site at lunch. It almost never happens.
At home at night, there is a little Facebook noodling, but it is mostly house chores and then doing piece work as we work toward our dream of traveling in July of 2018. Bottom line, is that when I get to bed I have maybe 20 minutes to read and call that "my time." Don't get me wrong. I love to read. I love that our life is full and rich. But greedy little soul that I am, I craved a bit more time for myself. Maybe--gasp--60 whole minutes for myself!
I found myself longing for last summer when I could take Zumba classes. I love working out in a group setting, but flat out can not get up at the crack of dawn to go to a gym. When train runs are over, I can walk in the mornings. As much as I want time for myself, I know I need 6 hours of sleep a night to be a healthy happy woman!
Enter, Hot Yoga. I have not ever really been a yoga person. I have dabbled in it long ago in my teen years. Then I tried it a little at our church camping weekend. It was fun but I think mostly because I was on the beach. I was really super focussed on the sand under my feet and the feel of the breeze. It made it less annoying to me that we seemed to flow soooooooooooo slowly from one pose to another.
See, I am a bit of a hyper person. Not distractedly hyper (usually.) But someone who doesn't do meditation well. Someone who likes to beat book times on hikes. Someone who loves to move. So the slow peaceful yoga? My wife loves it but it just isn't my thing.
One of my friends from the kids dance school told me about this new yoga class. Ironically the studio is so near the train station that it is crazy easy for me to get to. The hot yoga class is Saturday mornings at 9 a.m. The time is perfect for me. I have all ready been up for 2 hours and gotten the grocery shopping done by then. The kids are old enough now to stay home for an hour when I go.
And I have discovered that hot yoga (at least at this studio) is a lot different from my other yoga experiences. There is a lot more movement, a lot less of the tedious holding of posesuntil you die of boredom until you are one with the universe or something. The hot part is a super bonus for me. I am almost always cold. For about 90 minutes on Saturdays now, I am warm. Not hot and sweaty mind you, but warm. The heat in itself is such a joy. OK I know that sounds weird but 95 is my temperature of choice on a summers day.
It is challenging my body, keeping me fit and limber, which is good for me physically. I have always been pretty limber and it is coming back quickly. But more importantly is the benefit of that hour to myself, with friends. Just time for me. Namaste!
My work is fast paced and stressful. I typically (shhhhh!) work through my lunch. I always have plans of walking the site at lunch. It almost never happens.
At home at night, there is a little Facebook noodling, but it is mostly house chores and then doing piece work as we work toward our dream of traveling in July of 2018. Bottom line, is that when I get to bed I have maybe 20 minutes to read and call that "my time." Don't get me wrong. I love to read. I love that our life is full and rich. But greedy little soul that I am, I craved a bit more time for myself. Maybe--gasp--60 whole minutes for myself!
I found myself longing for last summer when I could take Zumba classes. I love working out in a group setting, but flat out can not get up at the crack of dawn to go to a gym. When train runs are over, I can walk in the mornings. As much as I want time for myself, I know I need 6 hours of sleep a night to be a healthy happy woman!
Enter, Hot Yoga. I have not ever really been a yoga person. I have dabbled in it long ago in my teen years. Then I tried it a little at our church camping weekend. It was fun but I think mostly because I was on the beach. I was really super focussed on the sand under my feet and the feel of the breeze. It made it less annoying to me that we seemed to flow soooooooooooo slowly from one pose to another.
See, I am a bit of a hyper person. Not distractedly hyper (usually.) But someone who doesn't do meditation well. Someone who likes to beat book times on hikes. Someone who loves to move. So the slow peaceful yoga? My wife loves it but it just isn't my thing.
One of my friends from the kids dance school told me about this new yoga class. Ironically the studio is so near the train station that it is crazy easy for me to get to. The hot yoga class is Saturday mornings at 9 a.m. The time is perfect for me. I have all ready been up for 2 hours and gotten the grocery shopping done by then. The kids are old enough now to stay home for an hour when I go.
And I have discovered that hot yoga (at least at this studio) is a lot different from my other yoga experiences. There is a lot more movement, a lot less of the tedious holding of poses
It is challenging my body, keeping me fit and limber, which is good for me physically. I have always been pretty limber and it is coming back quickly. But more importantly is the benefit of that hour to myself, with friends. Just time for me. Namaste!
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