Patience

Considering that I've always been late everywhere, motherhood has not cured that obnoxious aspect of my personality--nay, it's made it worse. Last Wednesday everything was lined up for me to take a yoga class, a very precious opportunity that my husband carefully facilitated by getting home from work at a certain time, but because I have mild ADD and absolutely had to get one more load of laundry in the washer before I left, I was extremely late getting to the studio and the door was locked. Which made me very pissed and sad. Because you know what happens when you do a load of laundry? Later? There's more laundry.

So I came home and told MSH I was going downstairs to do a yoga video.* So after folding two loads of laundry (it was there!) I started a yoga video. Now, I like this yoga video, but when you only have forty-five minutes, you notice new things about your yoga video--like it's very slow-paced. I was very impatient to get to some juicy standing poses, but she just kept doing an extremely simple sun salutation, with plenty of amplified ujaiyi breathing in each pose. I kept skipping and fast-forwarding through the sequence, with this terrible mind of, "I don't need this! I don't have time for this! Give me the yoga I WANT RIGHT NOW!" I realized this was not a very beneficial mind for anything, particularly not yoga. But also, I eventually realized if I was going to be such a baby about it, I could just do my *own* practice.

So I turned off the video and did the poses that I WANTED TO DO right then.

*Yes, it's actually a DVD. Get off my lawn!