In explaining to Bob the reason I could not be a full time yoga instructor, he was relieved that we didn't have to sell the house afterall. And even after all this he doesn't believe that I no longer have throat capacity to talk for a straight hour, as yoga instructors must do. (Except for hot silent yoga which I've never done.)
Maybe Amanda is destined to teach yoga. For that matter Aidan too. When I got home last night after being gone for a week they both talked my ears off, simultaneously. Followed me to bed and everything. Had to "find" Aidan under the sheets. Really hard to not recognize the mysterious lump in the outline of a little boy. Had to promise to read Amanda's new favorite book, Twilight. Had to make pancakes this morning. Had to mediate high-pitched arguments about how chores would be allocated. Had to negotiate lack-o-play date possibilities for Aidan. Had to decide on a movie with Amanda.
I'm so glad my kiddies miss me!!!! xoxoxox
And I would be even gladder if I could figure out a way to get to a yoga class.
Cheers, T
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