I am not a person who likes routine. I never wanted a nine to five job, or any sort of job that was the same day after day. My life with Becky has never been routine and jobs have been varied and fun; sign writer, electricians assistant for a crane company, and eventually running my own landscape design business. I tell you this to prepare you for my next statement, “I would like some routine in my life”!
I wake up and don’t know where I am, I drop Becky off, or pick her up, and I can’t figure out where I’m going next. I go to write cheques, but they’re at the other place; change the bed sheets, but the clean ones at the other place; food, other place, certain clothes , you guessed it. I don’t know where I’m sleeping that night. I pack at a moments notice and try to remember everything we need.
I seem to spend large amounts of time looking for things that aren’t there. I squeeze my brain to try and remember where items are. I write lists, and then write lists of my lists, to try and keep everything straight. Ha, ha.
Becky and I have been doing the pinball existence for three months now, and expect another four to six weeks of this before the condo is ready for resettlement. So, I find myself wishing for it to come sooner, to hurry up, so we will, at last, be in one spot, mostly, and can, here it comes, get back into a routine. Phew. That feels better.
For all those people that may dislike their mundane, hum drum life, let me tell you; enjoy it. It is much, much easier to live that way; it saves time and energy. It is not a bad life. Neither is ours, but I think at this point, I may consider that the grass may look a little greener somewhere else.
So, dear Santa, could you send me this one thing, it’s all I really want; a bit of routine, some stability, a little less chaos, please, if you could. Many thanks. Hugs and kisses,