The day of Suck
My day is full of suck.
My yoga class sucked. I had three new girls. The first class I teach is an older 8 and up class. Typically around that age children can handle a more mature class. I still do lots of silly stuff and games, but not like the 3-7 class. So this mom wants all of her kids in the same class. I say that's fine with me, whatever works for her. So she enrolls her 5, 7 and 11 year old daughters in the 8 and up class. Today was the beginning of a new session and I had 4 new students. So today's class was a beginner class/review class of basic poses. I have this one girl that is old enough to be in this class, but maturity wise she needs to be with the younger students. She won't shut the fuck up. Throughout the ENTIRE class she is asking "How long are we going to be doing poses?" "how much longer until we play games?" "When I balance I balance better when I swing my arms"
I usually smile and answer her questions and just let it go. I acknowledge her questions, and I give the best answer I can, but for fucks sake shut up! So today she asked "When are we going to do partner poses?" I wasn't going to do partner poses, but I decided to go ahead and do some since the girls like them so much. During the partner poses she is complaining that she wants NEW partner poses, cause we have already done these. I turned to her and said, well we all need practice on some of these poses so we are going to stick with this. If you want to try some partner poses when you are not in calss, than that is fine. In my class this is what we are doing.
After her arguing with me that for a balancing exercise she should stand on one leg and swing her foot around and wave her arms. So I was very dramatic and showed the difference of me standing and holding my foot slightly off the ground and lightly swinging it back and forth, contrasted with swinging my leg like a maniac and flailing my arms. All the girls were like "Duh your entire body is moving when you flail about." Chickie didn't get it. So again I said well in my class I would like you to practice the way I am presenting things. If you feel that you can do it better at home than you can do it your way at home.
ugh
So after class the mom of the three new girls (not the girl above)approaches me and says "Why was she sitting on her?" Pointing to her 7 year old and 5 year old. The 7 year old weighs maybe about 45 pounds and the five year old weighs probably about the same if not a couple of pounds more.
So the exercise we were doing was one child sits in child's pose and the second child stands at the other child's feet facing away from her. The standing child sits in chair pose and slowly (me spotting)leans back and rests back to back on the child in child's pose. They hold this for about 10 seconds and then I help them stand up. I explained to everyone that if they are in child's pose all they have to say is OFF and the top child sits up. I matched everyone up according to size. and I walked around and was trying to help everyone. I said "If you haven't done this before please wait for me to help." yeah maybe they didn't hear me because CHATTY CHATTINGTON wouldn't stop talking!
So I explain to the mom that there is a younger class that her youngest daughter is welcome to join, where we don't do partner poses. bla bla bla.
So yeah.. yoga sucked! I really don't want to do it anymore. I am burnt out.
So I teach my second class, where in the middle of class I look over and Parker is on her mat and has her pants and underwear around her ankles. I almost died! I get her to pull her pants up and continue on. Mortified! Thank god it is such a small class.
So when I finally leave I go to the liquor store to see Matt and I backed out of a spot to park closer, cause I don't like to take the kids in. So I usually park in front of the door so I can open the door say hi and then he comes out. So I back up and back right into a truck. I hear a crunch and think WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST HIT!?! I get out and see the truck and start yelling "OMG I'm sorry"
I pull up and park in a different spot. Guy backs up and parks. THANK GOD his truck was FINE, not even a scratch... my car however has a huge hole in it and a scratched bumper. I sat in the parking lot and cried for half an hour. I still want to cry. My car was perfect. Beautiful! and I fucked it up, and will have to pay an assload I'm sure to fix it. Matt was working by himself on Superbowl sunday so it was crazy busy. He came outside and hugged me and checked out the car and said "Heather it's really not THAT bad. But I am sorry it happened." He hugged me and looked very sad and all the while people are walking into the store and I am crying in the parking lot. I told him to go in and I would talk to him later. I just wanted to get home. Now I have to figure out where to take my car to get it fixed.
Today sucks! I wish I could have a big margarita. mmmm
My yoga class sucked. I had three new girls. The first class I teach is an older 8 and up class. Typically around that age children can handle a more mature class. I still do lots of silly stuff and games, but not like the 3-7 class. So this mom wants all of her kids in the same class. I say that's fine with me, whatever works for her. So she enrolls her 5, 7 and 11 year old daughters in the 8 and up class. Today was the beginning of a new session and I had 4 new students. So today's class was a beginner class/review class of basic poses. I have this one girl that is old enough to be in this class, but maturity wise she needs to be with the younger students. She won't shut the fuck up. Throughout the ENTIRE class she is asking "How long are we going to be doing poses?" "how much longer until we play games?" "When I balance I balance better when I swing my arms"
I usually smile and answer her questions and just let it go. I acknowledge her questions, and I give the best answer I can, but for fucks sake shut up! So today she asked "When are we going to do partner poses?" I wasn't going to do partner poses, but I decided to go ahead and do some since the girls like them so much. During the partner poses she is complaining that she wants NEW partner poses, cause we have already done these. I turned to her and said, well we all need practice on some of these poses so we are going to stick with this. If you want to try some partner poses when you are not in calss, than that is fine. In my class this is what we are doing.
After her arguing with me that for a balancing exercise she should stand on one leg and swing her foot around and wave her arms. So I was very dramatic and showed the difference of me standing and holding my foot slightly off the ground and lightly swinging it back and forth, contrasted with swinging my leg like a maniac and flailing my arms. All the girls were like "Duh your entire body is moving when you flail about." Chickie didn't get it. So again I said well in my class I would like you to practice the way I am presenting things. If you feel that you can do it better at home than you can do it your way at home.
ugh
So after class the mom of the three new girls (not the girl above)approaches me and says "Why was she sitting on her?" Pointing to her 7 year old and 5 year old. The 7 year old weighs maybe about 45 pounds and the five year old weighs probably about the same if not a couple of pounds more.
So the exercise we were doing was one child sits in child's pose and the second child stands at the other child's feet facing away from her. The standing child sits in chair pose and slowly (me spotting)leans back and rests back to back on the child in child's pose. They hold this for about 10 seconds and then I help them stand up. I explained to everyone that if they are in child's pose all they have to say is OFF and the top child sits up. I matched everyone up according to size. and I walked around and was trying to help everyone. I said "If you haven't done this before please wait for me to help." yeah maybe they didn't hear me because CHATTY CHATTINGTON wouldn't stop talking!
So I explain to the mom that there is a younger class that her youngest daughter is welcome to join, where we don't do partner poses. bla bla bla.
So yeah.. yoga sucked! I really don't want to do it anymore. I am burnt out.
So I teach my second class, where in the middle of class I look over and Parker is on her mat and has her pants and underwear around her ankles. I almost died! I get her to pull her pants up and continue on. Mortified! Thank god it is such a small class.
So when I finally leave I go to the liquor store to see Matt and I backed out of a spot to park closer, cause I don't like to take the kids in. So I usually park in front of the door so I can open the door say hi and then he comes out. So I back up and back right into a truck. I hear a crunch and think WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST HIT!?! I get out and see the truck and start yelling "OMG I'm sorry"
I pull up and park in a different spot. Guy backs up and parks. THANK GOD his truck was FINE, not even a scratch... my car however has a huge hole in it and a scratched bumper. I sat in the parking lot and cried for half an hour. I still want to cry. My car was perfect. Beautiful! and I fucked it up, and will have to pay an assload I'm sure to fix it. Matt was working by himself on Superbowl sunday so it was crazy busy. He came outside and hugged me and checked out the car and said "Heather it's really not THAT bad. But I am sorry it happened." He hugged me and looked very sad and all the while people are walking into the store and I am crying in the parking lot. I told him to go in and I would talk to him later. I just wanted to get home. Now I have to figure out where to take my car to get it fixed.
Today sucks! I wish I could have a big margarita. mmmm