Now that my kids are getting older, and I am working a job during the week, I often feel like my weekends are less relaxing and more busy. This weekend was no exception. It's constantly go go go and now here I am writing a blog post at 6am on Monday morning ready to start it all over again.
A couple of fun things happened this weekend. The first thing was when I was driving home from my second job on Saturday night (Sunday Morning). I don't get out of work until about 1am so as I'm driving home I happened to see a cop. I passed him going 4 over and thought that was the perfect speed to let him know I wasn't drinking (they always go 4 under!) and it wasn't too much for me to get pulled over. I was wrong. He turned on his lights and I pulled over.
Why is all of this fun? Well, it really isn't. Not at all. BUT I seriously get pulled over for the most ridiculous and annoying reasons ever all the time and it has sort of turned into a joke. I no longer am nervous when I get pulled over either. It's sort of like "What now?!" It usually happens while I'm in Mike's car too so when he has a malfunctioning tail light, I'm the one that ends up getting pulled over for it. Plus I get pulled over for every possible thing in my grocery getter too.
I didn't end up with a ticket. I didn't even get a written warning. They had an OWI Task force out that night and I think he was surprised I wasn't drinking (we live in Wisconsin and everyone is an alcoholic) and sent me on my way with "The prize for the cleanest record of the night." aka I have no record. Just tryin' to make an honest living here sir.
On Sunday I had a baby shower to go to. It was nice seeing everyone again and one of my friends is 39 weeks pregnant (not the one having the shower) and I am so excited for her to have that baby so I can hold that baby....and then hand her back and go home to get a full nights sleep. Mike and I had babies very young. Way before any of our friends had babies. It was very hard and no one understood how hard it was and I wouldn't expect them to either. Now that our girls are older, it's such a rewarding feeling to be past that hard baby stage. I like going into a store and knowing my little ducklings are following behind me regardless of if I'm looking at them every 2 seconds. However, I don't enjoy the back talking they have learned. Babies don't back talk.
After the baby shower I was ready for something new. Hot Yoga! I was so excited for this. It was a rainy, crappy day so hot yoga sounded amazing.
I have never done yoga before so I went in not knowing what the expect. It started off all great. Then my weak upper body started to show it's face and every time I heard Chaturanga or Downward Dog I thought I might cry. My arms were shaking, I was dripping sweat all over and my hair wasn't put up well so it kept sticking to my sweaty face. My favorite pose was this:
Have you done Yoga? Do you enjoy it?
Am I the only one that gets pulled over all the time for things other than speeding?