The alarm goes off and I don’t bother with the snooze; I just set a timer for 30 minutes later and give in. I curl back over to my son, a hand on his skinny little five year old legs. I’m in the same state I’ve been since the night before – not really asleep, but not moving, so it counts for something.
Forty minutes later, after another two rounds of alarms, my son asks if it’s time to get up and I tell him he’s welcome to if he wants, but I’m staying here. “Daddy. You didn’t do your yoga for the last three days.” I’m surprised he noticed. Of course he did.
He says, “I’ll do your yoga!” And he starts breathing on an fffffff while stretching in bed.
“You’re not going to do your yoga with me?”
“No, Jhonen. I haven’t been doing anything. I’m too sad.”
“About your friend?”