Feb
19
The World According to the Peevish Kitty
Feb
19
Routine can be a comforting thing. People need their routines. Even the most spontaneous, carefree people among us have little rituals and routines they perform during the course of a day, often subconsciously. A morning coffee. Brushing your teeth as the last thing you do when getting ready for work. Right sock, then left sock.
Babies need routines. They need to have structure to their day. They need to be held a certain way. They have certain toys to sleep with. Pets need routines. They wake up at a certain time. They get fed at a certain time. They have particular times and ways of exercising.
And I am finding, even though I don’t go off to work, I still need routines in my day. I noticed it this weekend. I had a full day, all to myself, and I planned to relax and do very little. And in the middle, I was peevish. I felt… kind of lost, kind of bored. I didn’t have a plan. So I got to thinking, what rituals and routines do I have?
This week, I am trying to start a new routine: yoga in the morning. I have a Power Yoga tape (Rodney Yee. ROCKS.) that I’ve had for years that’s only 20 minutes long, but it’s a good workout. And it’s easier on my asthma than some other workouts I could do. I thought it might be a good thing to start my day, and help with my bad back. We’ll see. Conscious routines are often harder to start than the ones you fall into without thinking, so it might take some effort.
I know that these routines are all going to shift and change once we get closer to Mystery Baby, and when we actually have him/her home with us. His or her routines will become our routines. But that’s okay.
So what are your routines? Come on. Fess up. I know you have some.
My routines are all dog-imposed. Feedings at 7:30, noon, 5 and 8:00 pm. I’m thinking of strapping a dayplanner to one of the dogs and letting her fill it in, because she so clearly swallowed the watch I stopped wearing three years ago.
Some of the day is out of my control.
6AM- Stumble bleary eyed into kitchen to fetch caffeine. Then wake boy. Feed boy. Take boy to bus stop. Send boy off to school.
7AM – flop on couch for short while and inhale more caffeine while waiting for dictator to scream.
Fuddles in the middle of the day revolve around keeping dictator happy and healthy.
However, we usually have Laundry on Monday, Grocery on Tuesday, and I can’t remember the rest of the week now.
Ooh. Another one to add:
- Drinking tea? Tastes better in certain mugs. Like, for example, I’ll drink tea from my giant winter mugs, but meh, those are really for COFFEE, aren’t they? But the plain, burgandy, on sale mug? The one with the odd shape? THAT is a tea mug. ONLY tea in THAT mug. That mug has good heft. It is MADE for tea.
What?