Time outs, Gray Hair, and Yoga

The blog is suffering because I'm working a 9/80 schedule for the summer. Staying at work for 10 hours a day is slowly sucking whatever creativity I have into a blackhole of sleep deprived nothingness. I used to love this schedule...before I had a commute, and a baby, and the burning desire to lose 20 pounds - which is highly dependent on me getting enough sleep. Why can't we have naptime at work?

K-man is quite the character these days. He is down to biting only occasionally and it's usually associated with him being so excited that he has to chomp down on a shoulder...or your back...or your butt - whichever is closest. To express his frustration, he clenches his fists and screams. Then he gets put in timeout where he cries. Once he's out of timeout, you get a sweet little hug, possibly a bite, and then he's off to test his boundaries again. Lather, rinse, repeat. I think the child will hate that little round rug in the living room by this time next year. We're also dealing with the hitting issue. If he's mad at you, he will try to sock you in the face. There are very few things that really push my piss-me-off button. Hitting my head on the shelf right over the dryer after having to crawl halfway in the damn thing just to retrieve the last sock - that's a good one. Having my child hit me in the face with his fist because I have told him no, that's another one. I take a deep breath, catch his little hand, tell him NO Hitting!, and set him in timeout. Then I have to count to 47 or some odd number like that to chill out. And we are coming up on 19 months, people! What's the 2-3 year time frame going to be like?

I am already going gray. Part of it is genetic. That lovely skunk stripe that I'll have when I'm about 38 will be ever so lovely as I religiously cover it every six weeks with Clairol Nice 'N Easy. They have to make the name sound soothing because if you're 38 and have a skunk stripe, you're probably not in the best mood while you are trying to cover it up. My mom was in town over Memorial Day weekend and asked me when I was going to let my hair go natural again. i.e., she didn't like my hair. I told her that I was thinking about getting highlights. She replied that I should just let the gray grow out like she does because everyone always thinks her hair is a frosted blond. I smiled. When you are my mom's age, you can pull that off. Me, I'm not quite 30 and I have absolutely no interest in letting any freaking gray "frost" my hair. Am I holding on to my youth? You betcha...like a dog on that old rawhide chew toy he dug up from 4 months ago...it's mine!!!

One more highlight. Yoga. One day of it last week...two days of it this week (so far)...can I share a resounding, "OW!"? It's not the same day that gets you, it is the next day and the day after. Since when did they put muscles on our rib cages? And is it just me, or does Denise Austin just have the most annoying way of "motivating" you by pointing out all your flabby parts and comparing them to her firm parts?