Maybe if I write it all down it won't seem so overwhelming

I am not sure how everything that needs to get done in the next four days is going to happen.

I started a yoga teacher training in February, did I tell you guys that? I meant to tell you about it in NOVEMBER, when I signed up, but then I got distracted. And then I got pregnant. And as you may have noticed, that sort of took over my life and my blog. The teacher training has been great so far, but it is extremely time consuming. One weekend a month, from February to September, we have training all weekend. And I mean ALL WEEKEND. 7:30-10:30pm on Fridays, 12:30-8:30pm on Saturdays, and 9am-4pm on Sundays. It's fantastic, but it's exhausting. Rest assured, we're not actually doing yoga that entire time (I'd drop dead) (although we nearly did yoga the entire time the first weekend, and I nearly did drop dead), but it's still 18 hours of paying attention and taking notes and, now, practice teaching.

On top of that, we also need to go to 90-minute yoga classes three times a week. I thought this would be the hardest thing, but I actually love this. It does cut into my TV time, but I've come to love knowing that Tuesday and Thursday nights I have to go to yoga. There is no hemming and hawing over how I really should go to the gym, but I don't feel like it, but I REALLY should, but I REALLY REALLY just want to go home after work. No more worrying about it. I just have to go. And unsurprisingly, I feel pretty great from doing that much yoga. But still... it's more hours cut out of the week. And on weekends when we have the training, I have to squeeze in all three classes during the work week and that is kind of tough. While also trying to cram in the required reading that I always procrastinate doing.

Anyway, we have a training weekend coming up tomorrow. It's my group's turn to teach an hour-long yoga class and I am really nervous. And on top of that, we all have to have ANOTHER individual 30-minute class prepared, and I am also nervous about that.

And on top of THAT, we are participating in the neighborhood flea market on Saturday. When I haven't been at yoga this week, I've been helping Joel go through the entire house from closet to basement, deciding what to sell and what to keep. Hint: everything is a sell. Apparently a baby is going to live here in four months (FOUR MONTHS) and currently the only space we have to put said baby's crib (which we don't actually own, because the thought of researching and buying baby gear at the moment is enough to make me faint from exhaustion) is next to Henry's litterbox in the room we affectionately call the Poop Room. Because, you know, it's where the cat poops. And unfortunately, that's also what it smells like.

So I have to go to yoga tonight. I'll get home around 7:30. Then we'll start (and finish) pricing stuff for the flea market and cleaning off all the stuff that was stored in the spiderwebby basement. Then I'll HOPEFULLY go immediately to sleep, since I haven't slept the past two nights. Then on Friday, I'll finish out what has been an insane week at work, go immediately to to the yoga studio to practice one last time with my group, and stay there for training until 10:30pm. On Saturday we'll wake up around 6am, set up for the flea market, and then I'll race back to yoga training at noon, teach our class (OMG), and stay there until 8:30pm.

Oh yeah, and did I mention that my friend and her boyfriend are staying with us on Saturday night? So at some point, our disaster zone of a house is going to have to get cleaned. I'm putting Henry in charge of that.

All this to say, I cannot wait for it to be 4pm on Sunday. I can't even decide what I want to do starting at 4:01. Go directly to sleep? Surgically attach myself to the couch and watch 12 straight hours of TV? Compulsively pull every single weed out of the garden?

Sometimes when I'm feeling really overwhelmed it helps me to just list out everything I need to do, and then I realize it's not really that much. It didn't so much work this time so I'm just going with my backup strategy, which is to count down the hours until everything is over and then go into autopilot mode. First, survive the work day. Then survive Prenatal Yoga. Eat something, do the flea market stuff, sleep (please, god, let me fall asleep tonight). Repeat with variations on Friday and Saturday. On Sunday all I have to do is survive the training, no teaching anything. And then at 4pm I can go home and return to my life.

Seventy-eight hours to go.

Comments

[RA]

Holy crap. I hope you get some sleep, lady!

[beth]

You can do it rooobbbbbie!

If the "friend and her boyfriend" that are staying at your house are jenny and andrew, I am going to be jealous. And, if so, maybe Jenny can "help" like you did that one time when you and caity "helped" her pack her apartment and move!

Good luck- it will be over soon!

[erin]

Yoga teacher training?! I'm jealous! I love yoga and I've tentatively thought that it'd be a wonderful experience working as a yoga teacher. Share more about your training exploits please!

And good luck rearranging for the baby. When we first had our daughter we lived in a tiny one bedroom house and kept the crib in our bedroom. Very little walking space with dressers, bed, and crib all cramped in there! But it makes for good stories.

[-R-]

You're not going to start talking about chakras and auras, are you? =)

I bought an awesome and CHEAP crib on Amazon and got free shipping. If you want the link, let me know.