Life is not fair. Bad things happen to good people, not everyone looks good in those tiny shorts you see on the covers of Yoga Journal, and in San Francisco only stay-at-home moms and dads have the luxury of attending Mommy and Me (or Daddy and Me?) yoga classes with their little ones. Unfortunately, those classes always seem to land during the week in the middle of the morning, when everyone else is hunched over a desk (or something else if they don't happen to work in an office).

So when one of my co-workers approached me last week to ask if I'd be interested in leading a class for kids and parents in her neighborhood (on a weekend morning!), I was thrilled. Working parents definitely need yoga—and they shouldn't have to sacrifice those precious weekend hours with their kids to get it. It only makes sense for yoga to be a family affair. Besides, I'm always looking for ways to practice teaching and if I can make the world just a little more fair in the process, everybody wins!

But there's a problem. First, we must find a space. Studios don't want to give up their space during their peak hours to a specialty class that won't bring in as many students—or as much dough. So that's out. We contemplated a park/play area so that if the young'uns get bored, they can simply excuse themselves and hang out on the monkey bars instead without disturbing the class—but that might be too distracting and I'm not sure what the rules are on using a city park for classes.

Then there's the issue of how to teach both parents and children at the same time. If I were leading a class for children it would be very playful and imaginative complete with singing and animal noises . . . not very calming for the adults. Adult classes are, well, you know what adult classes are like. I can't wrap my mind around how the two can come together gracefully.

My first plan of action, then, is to find a Mommy and Me class to observe. (Too bad, they all seem to happen while I am at work.)