So I’m trying to ease myself back into yoga/pilates yesterday after a very busy week prevented me from finding the time–I try to take an hour after my husband comes home so he can spend time with the boys before they have to go to bed–but last week we had Coach Pitch and Zoobilee and scads of other things too, so I missed. Any-way, I told my older son I’d play one game of Battleship (he’s still learning not to cheat, and it’s a slow process–he asked me yesterday halfway into the game if he could move his ships) and that I’d then be going to do my yoga.
He follows me in there and says he’ll be doing it with me. So we start with the deep breathing, and he’s pestering me about when we’re gonna get to the good stuff, then we move on to some leg lifts and ‘balancing on the sacrum’, which he only attempts half-heartedly. Then on to the stretching, deep breathing, and relaxation. After all this, he’s pumped for the pilates. Makes one of us…
So we start the pilates workout (every bit of which is still relatively difficult for me), and while I’m tense, strained, and in pain, he’s flopping around with bent knees, only doing half the sets, only paying the slightest bit of attention. So about five minutes into the grueling thirty minute workout, he stands up and says the following.
“Since I’ve already mastered this one, can we get the next DVD in the series and I’ll do that one while you still do this one?” Talk about harsh! And after listening to all that, I STILL had to work my way through twenty-five minutes of pilates. When I finally do master this video, my family will be able to use my stomach as a step stool for getting things off the high shelves. It’s good to have a purpose.
I can only strive to have abs like my little potbellied seven-year-old.
