An Oda to Yoga

The goal today: Finish a 22 minute yoga segment on the DVR in the peace and quiet of the basement

It started out on target.
Yoga outfit- check. DVR on fitness tv - check.
PLAY
"Start in a kneeling position and draw in your..."
"Oh hi mom... just bringing down my sheets," says a twin tossing the sheets next to me where I will certainly take a downward dog digger if I step too far to the right.
PAUSE.
Collapse into resigned mom pose, with a smile of appreciation that yes he did get them off the bed as requested.
"Dude, think you could put it in the washer for me? Thank you."
"Sure, see ya later mom," he trots back upstairs.
"Hey, please shut the door so the dog doesn't come down, thank you!" I call up the stairs.
Deep yoga breath, PLAY
Two minutes later while comfortably swinging in ragdoll position, the basement door creaks open. Trot trot trot trot comes the neurotic canine. All smiles and slobbery tongue.
"Are we playing what are we playing am I supposed to lick you maybe knock you over huh huh what's this game?"
PAUSE
Disengage from pose, walk calmly upstairs, breathing deeply.
"Seriously, who let the dog downstairs. Guys, I can't do Yoga with the dog jumping at me."
"Ok mom," says twin #2 absentmindedly from the computer.
"Dude, where are your sheets?" I ask, now clearly off task.
"I'll get 'em mom," he says as I decide I might as well grab a water now that I'm up here.
Water - check. Door Shut in dog's face - check.
PLAY
"Flow into plank and now into updog," says my very patient instructor.
Ringggg, Ringgggg
I'll get it later, I think to myself, flowing gracefully into the next sequence.
But no, twin #1 is coming down the stairs. Any other day, nobody answers the phone around here but me.
"Yep, she's doing Yoga. Here she is," he hands me the phone.
PAUSE
A brief discussion on the trials of mom-ercise follows.
PLAY
"Plant your heels into the ground, lift your arms into tree..." she begins again.
Suddenly I'm on a roll, flowing this way and that, breathing unconsciously becoming one with my spirit...
"Oh hi mom, here's my sheets," twin #2 drags them by, and I, with a leg in the air, quickly direct him to the laundry room.
PAUSE. REWIND
Back to leg in the air. Sweep it forward into runner's pose.
"Shooty shoot shoot," I mutter realizing I forgot to make a wake-up call to a friend and am now about half an hour late. (Good thing someone brought the phone down.)
PAUSE
Brief discussion on my ability to lose track of time follows.
PLAY
It's now been 45 minutes and I still have 5 minutes left. Warrior pose to backward reach back to warrior (which incidentally I dig that pose) circle down to runners stretch finish with yogi squat (another awesome choice) and some deep breathing.
Strangely I feel relaxed.
I can only imagine what it would feel like to do it without the chaos.
Namaste
STOP