Routine

I live with two creatures that crave routines and are methodical about everything. One is my husband, the other is our dog.

What their behavior does is to force their separate routines upon me so I rebel then learn how to manage their behavior to a point.

OK I take out the dog early morning. On a weekend I then feed her then put her up on the bed with my husband (she has no hips so cannot jump up) and they snore away for a couple of hours allowing “mommy” to write and cook and empty the dishwasher and plan a menu.

I suppose I’ve my routine too, especially when challenges lie ahead. My role is to protect my family, whatever the cost. Why do we have a hurricane kit in our closet? OK, it was my husband’s idea but we planned it together. All we need is water and we have food for days. We even have a crank-up radio to get signals.

Did I tell you that my husband and dog slept through the night during a Cat 5 hurricane? I got up and blogged it until the power went out. They awoke, refreshed, only for my husband to stop the ground floor flooding through hoses and another neighbor helped clear the storm drain.

I went door-to-door making sure everyone was OK. There were probably 150 units in this loft and 149 were damaged with broken windows or floods. Guess who’s loft was undamaged? Yep, ours.

Someone is on our side all the time. If “routine” is all I need to deal with consider it done. I think frittata with ham and mozzarella is the ticket as we’re on vacation but still on routine. I have to tell you about this incredible Italian market we visited yesterday. Off routine. I love that! Freedom! Cheers, Dee