My weekend
Sep. 14th, 2008 09:34 amLeaving Bennett all day yesterday to go to a weekend yoga workshop with John Friend was awesome. I missed lil' B, but getting away is crucial for the mental health. So is yoga. I need it. NEED. IT. I feel human, if a little sore this morning. I actually feel fit and healthy, in mind and body and spirit. I have two more hours later this afternoon. I skipped the morning session today. Because of the need for sleep and time with Bennett.
I also didn't want to have to pump. The yoga thing is being held at the the Jewish Community Center of San Francisco, which is this huge enormous complex. For all of their family programming and preschool, none of the women's bathrooms have a chair or loungey area. So I sat on the floor of the handicap stall -twice- and pumped. Thank god the bathrooms are really really clean! It was a little demoralizing.
Plus, we must wash the floor in the dining room/study/changing area today. Late last night B did his usual pooping thing. Thinking he was all done, Adam went to go change him. With the diaper off and butt in the air for a wipe down, B let more poo fly. And by "fly" I mean projectile poop! It was awesome; we laughed so hard. And then we sprayed down Adam's pants and wiped up the mess on the floor, as well as the changing table, diapers, clothes and baby. Just call B the "Guacamole Shooter"!
I also didn't want to have to pump. The yoga thing is being held at the the Jewish Community Center of San Francisco, which is this huge enormous complex. For all of their family programming and preschool, none of the women's bathrooms have a chair or loungey area. So I sat on the floor of the handicap stall -twice- and pumped. Thank god the bathrooms are really really clean! It was a little demoralizing.
Plus, we must wash the floor in the dining room/study/changing area today. Late last night B did his usual pooping thing. Thinking he was all done, Adam went to go change him. With the diaper off and butt in the air for a wipe down, B let more poo fly. And by "fly" I mean projectile poop! It was awesome; we laughed so hard. And then we sprayed down Adam's pants and wiped up the mess on the floor, as well as the changing table, diapers, clothes and baby. Just call B the "Guacamole Shooter"!