Somehow yoga becomes a contact sport when you have kids.
They take something that is supposed to be calming and relaxing and turn it into…
I don’t even know what!
Instead of being a battle to hold your pose, it’s a battle to not get tipped over by the one year old grabbing onto your leg. Instead of picturing calming waters, it’s playing peek-a-boo with your two year old. Instead of being quiet, it’s loud and giggle inducing.
But that’s ok!
I kind of prefer crazy yoga with my kids.
I’ll take the getting attacked, the interruptions, the laughter any day because life is too short to stress the fact that your kids just want to be silly with you.
After all, I’m sure most of those yoga poses we contort our bodies into look awfully silly from their point of view.
Well, there you have it, it’s been just another Manic Mom-day!