I must be truthful.

It is with me that I have to be honest with you all about something. Last night, I acted like I was so excited about going to practice yoga with Mommy, and kept trying to find a comfortable spot that would take up about half of her yoga mat. She's not very big, so half is enough for her, isn't it? When she was doing her sun salutations, and would need to step or jump back into plank from a standing forward fold, her foot would always hit me. And I would jump off the mat and run around it. Once she was standing, I would go back to the same spot, and once she jumped back, I would jump off the mat and run around it again. She laughed, and said we were having a little game.

Then it was time for her to play dead, "savasana", she calls it. I mean, really, can't we be simple and just say play dead? Anyway, I sat over her, rolled over on her, put my head down by hers, sat on her stomach, nudged her with my nose, talked to her, and paced back and forth beside her mat in the stompy way that I do that makes my tags jingle. Finally, I sat down again, and drooled on her forehead. She had been laughing until then, but she got up and asked me if I needed to go potty. I didn't.

So here is what I need to be truthful about, because that is an important thing. In yoga talk, this is called "satya". (And see? I know that!) I am so mad I cannot see straight about her going to the yoga teacher training without me and leaving me here with Daddy, and I did all of that just to bother her. I am thinking I might do it again. This morning when she went to practice, I did not even bother to move to go with her, and I wish I had so I could have interfered a little more.

Lordy, I am mad. I don't want to talk about this anymore.

Enjoy your day, and be truthful. Oh, and dance some.