Well that's wierd.... I typed out this entire post after I got to work this morning and it's gone... I didn't even realize it was gone until right this second... I know I hit post... this is the second time that has happened off my little laptop... mhmm... if I felt like putting on the uber-geek hat I would but my uber-geek hat is nicely hung up in the office for the night. So let's see if I can put this post back together....

Sometimes The Husband has this little problem with sleep walking or just plain sleep waking. What usually happens is that I'm woken with a jolt, either an exclamation on his part, some sort of physical movement or otherwise a jarring expression of whatever insane situation he is literally dreaming himself into. Last night was one of those nights. The problem with this is that I have become the Waker of The Sleeping. Waking the sleeping is not an easy task and it usually involves some sort of argument "Yes, you are asleep." "I'm not sleeping." "Yes, honey, you are sleeping, the nightstand really isn't a box you are stuck in." By the time I get him awake or, rather, back to a normal and peaceful slumber, I'm wide awake. So it was with much chagrin that the alarm went off at 6am... and even a bigger bummer that the early practice room was freezing freakin' cold. Tiffany met me again this morning to start early. We started somewhere after quarter til I think... a bit too late actually. I did a couple extra sun salutations in an effort to get warm but I ended up choosing a spot on the opposite side of the room than normal, a mistake I shan't make again as there appears to be a cool draft which filters through that side of the room.

Practice itself was fine... no real special effects to speak of that I can remember. It was one of those practices where physically things were okay but I was just filled with dread for the practice. Not even dread, just a complete lack of motivation. I even wondered in my mind a couple times why I was even doing this. Part of this discipline is taking those days for what they are, then leaving them in the studio and moving on. Backbends sucked when I started them this morning... so I did a few extras while waiting for Tim to be free. I contemplated skipping dropbacks today but figured, with that attitude, I'd get nowhere. Tim pulled me up with the one handed adjustment today... but this time I did a bit more rocking and boom I was up. No drama or stalling.

I then realized that I must have lagged yet again in practice 'cause it was already 8:20 and I hadn't even started finishing. Finishing is simply not getting it's just reward these days and I have to figure out a way to work this out. So I skipped headstand again and another short savasana. The answer is 6:45 is not early enough. I'll work on that on Wednesday.

Work was a-okay. Things are going okay, being in the office is still very, very, very wierd but we all knew this was going to be a large transition and, perhaps, not the most pleasant one. I had a conversation with my boss today about the change. He asked me what my largest challenge was and, honestly, there isn't one. I mean, really, it's just about adjusting to the difference in the daily lifestyle. I told him that if there was any challenge it is the fact that my yoga practice has suffered and I have to mentally work it out. Really, it's all just about finding that balance point and that's a fine point to find. I have to go to Chicago for work in a couple weeks. Should be interesting. I emailed Nosleep and asked where to practice.... Unfortunately, it looks like her classes are too far away and too late. Moksha Yoga has an early Mysore practice that is close to the hotel I'll be staying at so I will have somewhere to practice. The real issue will be excusing myself from the after hours social events as I know these particular guys like to "do it up." The Husband tells me to just do it but, lets face it, those after hour social events are not always excusable. "Excuse me, I can't attend tonight's social bash because, well, you see, I don't drink except on Fridays and Moondays, I dont' eat crappy food and I get up at the crack of dawn (or before) to go bend my body in all these funky ways."

This afternoon I called to check in on The Family and The Husband told me it had been a rough afternoon.... The Son decided to run away today. Yes, you read that right, my son ran away. After the momentary freak out as I sat at my desk, I inquired as to what really happened. Apparently, The Son didn't like the spelling test discussion he and The Husband were having and announced that he was running away. Where he even got the idea of running away is a question I have (but have not yet inquired after). Apparently, The Husband thought The Son was just sitting on the bench outside cooling off but in actuality he had started walking down the street. Fortunately, I do live in suburbia land and everyone knows everyone else and a neighbor thought it was a bit odd that he was walking off of our street and phoned. The Nanny then noticed him and stopped to wait for The Husband to get there. I guess they talked about it... but it was really hard to be faced with knowing I was in the office for such an event. This would never have happened before because I would have been there to mitigate whatever argument they were having or vice versa. Truly it is terrifying. I saw Tiffany later this afternoon (we went shopping at the great yoga clothes store... I didn't find anything but she got these really cute pants) and she commented on how calm I was about it --- not really, it's that pit of fear in your soul when you are faced with a parenting issue and you know there's nothing you can do but give your parental opinion and hope it settles somewhere in your child's heart. Another instance of having to let go....