I’ve become such a slave to routine. It’s the only way I can get through every day. A routine born out of necessity. Honed down to every minute through the last few months of juggling baby and home and office.
Tea at X. Breakfast at Y. Goosh’s massage n bath at Z. Get ready for work at A. Each timed to the minute. Almost every daily task and chore has to be factored in and accounted time for. Even the feedings. Even putting away the toys. every. single. thing. And if I miss any slot, that’s it. My day’s thrown into chaos. That .one. thing that didnt get done, will suddenly become the most important thing for the day and come back to haunt me in a million ways.
At times I feel like a slave. A house maid. With a hellish master.Each and every waking minute has a task assigned.
Am I nuts or what!?
Does that happen with you too?
[delayed post: started Aug 09]