Over extension

I wish this were a post about yoga and how incredibly flexy I am. Over-extended, get it? I am the flexiest person in my class but I have no pride about this and rejoice in the accomplishments of those around me.

I am able to take long, full breaths and be in the moment at all times-- especially when faced with irritation. I recognize things as other's limitations, not flaws in myself, and accept the others where they are and for what they can offer on their own terms, not mine. All with the full recognition by my husband of all that I am and all that I do. And great sex.

Cue sound of record needle scratching across the vinyl.

Fuuuuuck. I AM SO TIRED!!! 9 hour days at work. I get up at 5 to be able to work out or do laundry or do volunteer work for the temple and be done by 7 so I can focus attention on the kids and getting them ready for school, all while getting myself ready for work.

Ever since that stupid accident I have to go to the chiropractor at least twice a week to keep the soreness, stiffness and pain at bay. He doesn't open until 9, which kind of conflicts with a lot of other things. I'd switch, but I've been with him since my stay at home mom days when my time was much more flexible and I trust him.

I have to take my children to the dentist and help with their school projects. I have to plan their birthday parties, concept to goody bag to actual execution. I have to keep the house reasonably clean. And do laundry. and undload the dishwasher. and read with my kids for at least 15 minutes every day and do Hebrew school homework at least 15 minutes every day and lay on my spinal molding foam blocks at least 15 minutes every day and and and and and...............................

Sometimes yoga just ain't enough.