I've entered the beginning of Sparse May Yoga. It happens every year due to the fact that I'm always a chair or co-chair for my daughter's school auction (and, inevitably, for the past 3 years, there will have been posts here on this blog lamenting the huge job that it is). Sparse May Yoga started a bit earlier than I expected due to my family emergency but later than last year when I was officially the chair and responsible for everything. As I sit here thinking that I missed my full primary series class because I'm printing out 150 copies of our Addendum (which first needed to be created, formatted, modified per input and finalized -- and after people tried to add new items with less than 24 hours to go!!!!!!!!) followed by 3 hours of printing the hundreds of bid sheets for the silent auction bidding and folding each 8 1/2x11 paper into half... not to mention making sure before I retire this evening that the program I designed actually works for auction night, that it's all backed up and working on my laptop and that I can get my printer to actually work off my laptop (sounds easy but, for some odd reason, it just doesn't want to work). In the morning I'll be running the bid sheets over to the location, getting my computer setup finalized... trying to make a 10:15 yoga class... making my son's 1:30 baseball game... back over to the location for final setup and initial "as people arrive" bid number assignment... you get the picture. I have this wierd feeling that trying to fit in yoga tomorrow is a big joke... but I figure if I put it on my schedule, well, maybe it will manifest.

Some of the things I've been thinking about today are how I screw up my parenting daily. Now, don't get me wrong, I know everyone does and I don't want to perfect but it seems like it's such a crap shoot... is this one time that I lose my patience and yell or snip going to be the one thing that determines the success (loosely defined) or failure (again, loosely defined) of my child(ren)? Who decided I could be a parent? :)

Someone made a comment to me the other day that they go through cycles of husband hate :) like everu 6 months or so and I'm finding I agree with that observation.. it's always a rollercoaster... I happen to be in a more or less like state with my husband but I can definitely relate to the more downward cycle... I guess that's the ride of love and marriage...

I am definitely planning and have husband-approval to go to the Maya Tulum Tim Miller Teacher Training... again, not in an effort to be a teacher, but to further my practice... since I began talking about a couple people at my club that do ashtanga have decided, pretty definitely, to go too. I think it will be interesting (and a lot of fun) and I'm really excited to go. I need to save my money for the next 9 months... so, are the beachfront or ocean front rooms worth the extra $$