I’ve given all that I can give.

Don’t you love a post that begins all cliché…?

But, I have. I’ve given all that I can give today. So, I’m going to pretend you’re not here and just write. Because, sometimes, when I think about you (yes, YOU — hi…) reading this, I start questioning what the hell I’m doing here. Like, why would you want to read what I have to say anyway, you know?

I’ve given all that I can give. I fed the Rascal (what seemed like) all night long last night. At around 3am I gave up on the crib and took him to bed with me. Every five minutes I got tugged, bitten, scratched. Every five minutes I heard whimpering, panting. Every five minutes, LITERALLY, I gave all that I could give.

I suppose I should stop feeding him at night. But, today, when I looked at his little feet sticking out of his carseat, I realized the little bugger has grown BIG TIME. Apparently, he needs the extra night calories so that he can grow out of MY beloved car seat, wahhh! Good GOD, what will I do when he’s out of that car seat!?!?

Yup…, sigh, I guess I’ll give it to Minden….

I’ve given all that I can give. When I teach yoga, my soul squeezes out of my body, leaves me for my students — to connect with EVERY ONE OF THEM. Nicole’s magnificent Downward Dog needs to be complemented on; Remy needs to shift her foot a little in Triangle Pose so that she doesn’t pop a kneecap; Jen needs to lift her chest up; Inder needs to breeeaaaathe…. Rascal needs to SHUT IT. Huh? Wha? Rascal?

I’ve given all that I can give. I had to teach my full yoga class WITH the Rascal today for reasons I dare not divulge (for sake of YOUR boredom). Still, the class was great. Yes, I did good. I even got two of them doing the Crow pose (Bakasana) for the first time….

But, the Rascal made it VERY challenging. Thankfully, the students loved having him there. And, I did manage to keep him quiet while attempting CALMLY to instruct. So, while I gave all that I could give to the students, I stretched myself ANOREXIC thin to give all that I could give to keep the Rascal QUIET.

And, then there’s me now. Completely drained and given out.

Sitting here with hot cup of caffeinated tea — how anti-yoga of me — as the Rascal bounces and grunts in his exersaucer. Josh is on his computer and Monkey’s playing with the new blotters I bought her today….

So, no, this is not a mysterious arm disease….

Yes, I have given all that I can give. So, I’m going to take some time. This time. To just chill. To write for me. And, then to sleep and maybe read and maybe numb out with A Shot of Love….

But, first, a strawberry….

Me. Giving. MY STRAWBERRY. He’s lucky he’s so dang cute….