Overslept this morning, completely forgot to set my alarm. Missed Elliot’s bus and had to drive him to school, making him eat a banana in the car. He made it a few minutes after the bell rang, and then I had to bring Clementine to preschool. I was ten minutes late for yoga. Does the way your morning starts out influence your whole day? I hope not, but suspect so.
Why am I the only person who falls over and giggles in yoga class? Everyone is so serious. Also: It is never not funny how yoga makes people fart.
I mention yoga only because I am v. proud of self for finally signing up for a class that will (hopefully) get me back into shape this year (ahem this would be the same reason I instagram my running shoes every time I go running, once every two months), not because I want to give anyone else an inferiority complex. It’s been too long since I exercised regularly. Believe me when I say that my midsection has been a flabby mess for the past six years.
Today is one of those days that I feel completely overwhelmed by blogging and everything else I do here, probably because I spent the past hour looking at Alt Summit pictures and posts and comparing myself to everyone and everything and coming up short, every time (for those who don’t know, Alt Summit is an amazing blogger’s conference that I miss every year, mostly because I am not with-the-program enough to pay attention to when it is, much less register before it sells out every year. Also: everyone is so well-dressed and made up….ack…did I mention I’m falling short in my self-comparisons today?).
I think I made a breakthrough on bedtime-related-angst last night by allowing Clementine and Elliot to read for a half hour in their room before lights out instead of just doing the normal stories, song, prayers, lights-out routine. They are super cute lying side by side in Elliot’s bed while he reads Berenstein Bears’ “Spooky Old Tree” to her. ADORBS.
I have days where I feel like I have a bajillion things to blog about and some days where I feel like I have nothing. Today is a nothing day.
Today I am working on pants. Sewing pants, that is. I will focus on pants and nothing else. I will become the pants. But first I will go have lunch.