monday, monday

Hey, thanks to everyone who commented, e-mailed, talked to me in person or sent me private messages with your thoughts and advice on my previous post. I sincerely appreciate it. M is a good dad. He may not be very demonstrative but I know he loves Isaac very much and really wants Isaac to enjoy coming to his house for visits. I wish kids came with instruction manuals. It seems like there are so many potential ways to screw them up. Being a rather catastrophic thinker, I always tend to envision Isaac on a couch in a shrink's office in his early 20s recounting the endless mistakes I made during the formative years of his life. It's a hard pill to swallow that certain things that influence him (like the fact that he is shuttled between two households) are completely out of my control. In other news, I made it to yoga tonight for the first time in ages and it totally did a number on me. I was already so sore it hurt to even laugh a bit stiff from pilates yesterday. By the end of class my legs were shaking from trying to hold the poses that were so easy for me all summer. I should get back in the habit of going weekly again. It's so good for your body and your mind. It's so easy to find reasons not to go, but I when push away the excuses and just do it, I wonder why I don't make time for it more often. I wish I could learn that lesson for good. Taking it a step further, there are so many things in my life I dread and actively avoid and when I bite the bullet and just do them they are not nearly as awful/time consuming/scary as I built them up to be. I must be hardheaded because it never seems to sink in. My mom was here tonight and Isaac was reading books out loud to her. Not like "See Jane run" either. It's like all of a sudden he is a real reader and I couldn't be MORE proud. Anyways, I'm about out of things to say and I have my last Emily Griffin book calling to me from my nightstand. Good night all!