Recently, I started going to hot yoga again.
I love the warmth, and cleanse, the hard work, and of course the sweat… And sweat you do in a room of 105 degrees. The class I have been attending takes place in the evenings, so usually my sweet boys (all three, including my husband) are asleep when I get home. One night, not so long ago, the house was an unfamiliar silent as I walked in the door after class. I checked on my sweet family and they were all fast asleep, cuddled together in my bed. I kissed each one and headed in to take a quick shower, still nearly drenched from class. As I showered I cleared my head and tried to silence my usual busy mind.
Refreshed, I dried off and ever so quietly turned the bathroom door gently and slowly so as not to wake my sleeping loves. I squinted my eyes, trying to focus in the dark room and pulled the door back towards me when….
Kaden, whom was sleeping angelically prior to my shower, was standing directly at my feet. He spastically jetted his arms up at me, fingers wide, the smile on his face even wider.
He scared me to death. It was one of those scared kind of moments where afterwards, when you calm and realize there was nothing to be afraid of, you get instantly mad. Needless to say he was very proud of himself, and my relaxed state of mind was no where to be found.
Now, of course, I think it’s hilarious. Just a reminder, expect the unexpected with your babies. You never know what mischievous plots they are strategizing in the dark….