It was supposed to be a day spent teaching yoga to some good friends who so kindly volunteered to be my guinea pigs, but it turned in to a relaxing mental health day. Life is busy these days with R working so many different jobs, me in yoga training and M down to one nap a day. Last week i had yoga all weekend. This past week he had a symphony gig, which means Monday home together, Tuesday teaching private lessons and Wednesday, Thursday and Friday late night rehearsals over an hour away. He decided to stay overnight Friday night because of snow Saturday so I was in charge around here. There was a last minute babysitter switch for Saturday during yoga training. I had planned to finish preparing to teach, but had M instead. It was a great day but no planning happened. I was unprepared, I was not feeling like driving and just wanted to be home, all day, no plans. It was selfish to cancel and I feel guilty, but I also feel rested and grounded. I caught up with my family, I finished a book, I took a snooze. I didn’t even get out of my pjs! It’s been quite a while since I’ve had a day like that. I hated to cancel but I needed my Sunday so bad.