My Life in Repeat
I'm doing it again. The whole get up, get dressed, get kids up, ready, eat (maybe), coffee, rush out the door, school, day care, work, pick up from school, day care pick up, make and eat dinner, bed time routines all around--rinse, and repeat. Over and over and over again.
Guess it's good things are worse. Because they could be (don't even get me started on the economy nightmare). Or even better (can anyone whisper the word w-r-i-t-i-n-g?). But I guess the in between isn't so bad. I mean, I know what tomorrow is going to be like. So what' the big fuss?
It's the fact that it feels just a wee bit like a rut. One that when I desperately try to find a way out, I just get jammed right back in my place. Like this weekend. When the wee one, The Peanut, awoke with crud in her eyes and landed us in the doctor's office and a prescription for eye drop antibiotics for some minor conjunctivitis. Then, I was rushing both of our asses back across the state border for the weekend soccer game. Again. And well, repeat. Lunch afterward. Home for laundry. House or yard work. Naps. Snacks. Television. Walks. Dinner. Bedtime. You get the idea. It's all the same. Even when you throw in a family outing or two.
Sigh. They say children love routine. Maybe they do. But me? I'm dying for something just a bit out of the ordinary.
Guess it's good things are worse. Because they could be (don't even get me started on the economy nightmare). Or even better (can anyone whisper the word w-r-i-t-i-n-g?). But I guess the in between isn't so bad. I mean, I know what tomorrow is going to be like. So what' the big fuss?
It's the fact that it feels just a wee bit like a rut. One that when I desperately try to find a way out, I just get jammed right back in my place. Like this weekend. When the wee one, The Peanut, awoke with crud in her eyes and landed us in the doctor's office and a prescription for eye drop antibiotics for some minor conjunctivitis. Then, I was rushing both of our asses back across the state border for the weekend soccer game. Again. And well, repeat. Lunch afterward. Home for laundry. House or yard work. Naps. Snacks. Television. Walks. Dinner. Bedtime. You get the idea. It's all the same. Even when you throw in a family outing or two.
Sigh. They say children love routine. Maybe they do. But me? I'm dying for something just a bit out of the ordinary.
