Putting the Yoga in my Pants

I have a pair of comfy pants that I call my yoga pants. They are not yoga pants, but it seems cooler to call them that, than say, sweat pants. At any rate, I do not do yoga. Or really any exercise for that matter, but that is neither here nor there, and certainly not relevant to this entry. The yoga component, however, is very relevant. To me, yoga suggests a calm, meditative state. Control over one's body and mind. It is purposeful and reflective. But mainly, just calm.

The reason I've begun to contemplate yoga is that lately I've been the opposite of calm. I am frenzied. I am impatient. I am sometimes irrational. I have moments where I think I might actually be losing my mind, or important parts of it at the very least. Allow me to describe one such scenario...

I put Jacob to bed and for some reason he struggles to fall asleep. This results in a few trips to his room before Scott and I finally retire for the night. I am just about to drift off when I hear him start crying, again. Reluctantly, I drag myself out from under my warm cocoon of blankets and comfort him. He snuggles against my shoulder and I am flooded with motherly love. I put him back in his crib and he drifts into slumber. I also return to bed and drift into slumber. Then, suddenly, I am rudely awakened by a crying baby. Scott goes in and does the comfort thing. I fall back asleep. Then, I hear that piercing wail again. I'm feeling something quite different from motherly love. It's my turn to go in and it's 1:00 in the morning. I settle him. I'm back in bed at 1:04. I close my eyes. He starts again. It's 1:11. We decide to let him cry. He doesn't stop. By 1:36 I'm seriously considering the idea of sound-proofing my room. Then I toy with the idea of moving Jacob to the basement. Finally, Scott goes in and gets him back to sleep. I'm so wired it takes me an hour to fall asleep again. Only to be awakened at 4:00. Are you kidding me? Forget molars, this kid better be getting his wisdom teeth!

And it was during those not-so-calm moments in the night, where my mind was racing and thinking very unfriendly thoughts, that I first courted the idea of yoga. I actually tried to meditate right there at 1:27 in the morning, with my son screaming in the next room, but it didn't work. I really think I might need to do some yoga-ish exercises to regain my equilibrium. After all, I already have the pants.