I’ve always hated routines, I don’t like planning, I want to figure things out as I go. I don’t like to speed time and energy fretting over stuff that will probably change as it’s getting done anyway.
Also I have issues with authority and routines and planning always felt like abstract versions of that. Neither person nor paper is going to tell me what to do. Damn it. So there.
But then along came Puddin’. And that child needs a routine. We learned this quickly when she was 2 1/2 weeks old and we dared have a friend come visit to meet her, she became colicky and was that way for six months. We learned fast, give this kid what she expects every day. Almost 12 years later, she’s still that way, hates surprises, the unknown stresses her out. I have adjusted.
Evidently quite a bit.
If 2012 was a year in limbo, 2013 is supposed to be the year of the new normal. And we are still struggling to find that normal. It was to was to be the Summer of Simple. And for the most part it has been. But simple has meant no routine, because there was nothing to plan, nothing to coordinate and create a schedule around. It’s felt more like the Summer of Chaos.
Evidently we all need a routine now, even Mama. Or shit just goes to hell.
So now I’m trying to figure that out. A routine for doing nothing, but you know on a schedule. Yeah that’s it.
This is going to be easy.