day in the life of a yoga mom

I am a yoga mom.

Other than the few times of waking up in the middle of the night, I finally turn off my alarm I take a deep breathe in and exhale. 3 times. I know this is my most important part of the day because my husband is still sleeping and both of my kids are in their beds. Then I walk upstairs to my daughter and hit my most common pose these days….baby nursing pose.

I know I am winning at #momlife because I will take off my sweatpants and put on my yoga pants to get ready for the day. Depending on if it is school drop off day, typically I will try and wear my nice black ones…. because yes, I do need four black pairs. And yes, my nice ones are different than the other three. You get it.

Yoga pants say alot about a mom. Like, did I just wake up or did I just get off the treadmill? I’m FIT(ish). Semi-fit. Kinda fit. Someone who likes the idea of being fit but also equally likes cheese and wine. But who cares, my pants give me the illusion.

On to my next pose. Handstand. Super easy and yes, another one of my favorites. This is usually done between me trying to feed my daughter, clean up my sons poop off the floor (yes we are potty training still and he is deathly afraid to poop in the toilet), cooking eggs, and trying to drink my coffee. If I am lucky while I am upside down I get a kiss out the door as my husband leaves for work. And then I usually hold this pose until lunch time. Sometimes if I am feeling really strong I will throw in a Eagle Pose….aka tangle all of your limbs until you can’t cross anything anymore.

Picking up toys is a work out in itself. I mean how on earth does a toddler and an eight month old make such a mess in such a little amount of time?! However, I would much rather pick up toys then do my next pose. Thigh-burning hell on earth pose. Also known as Chair Pose. Why would anyone want to do that? Especially in yogas pants. Mine are so stretched out from wearing them 4 days in a row, they need a good wash.

Dinner time is typically hot yoga. I am usually sweating and it seems to be my kids happy hour. Aka mom is in the kitchen lets cry and pull on her as she is trying to make dinner. ALWAYS. Never fails.

At night I always look forward to Savasana. The lay on the floor and don’t move pose. But it typically gets interrupted by dishes, laundry, and an occasional shower. Oh yeah, I gotta go throw my yoga pants in…so I can go to yoga again tomorrow.

Stretch it out. Namaste.

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  • Ashley HemphillFebruary 6, 2019 - 2:10 am

    I was just asking my husband the other day why our kid screams for me and yanks at my [yoga] pants only when I’m in the kitchen. What is it about the kitchen??‍♀️ReplyCancel

    • kurre273February 6, 2019 - 6:37 pm

      HAHA THE KITCHEN! They always know when we are in there!ReplyCancel

  • EstherFebruary 15, 2019 - 4:03 pm

    Eleanor, my oldest is also deathly afraid of using the potty…. it’s a struggle to even get her to sit on the trainer without sounding like someone has seriously hurt her. I’ve sat there for literally the entire time shes on it hugging her reassuring her that it’s ok to no avail!ReplyCancel

    • kurre273February 16, 2019 - 2:47 pm

      Thats all we can do! Love love loveReplyCancel

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