Same as It Ever Was
It seems like same shit different day around here, and it’s making me crazy. I feel like I’m caught in the movie Groundhog Day, and every morning when my alarm goes off, it’s like “here we go again”. I can certainly appreciate the predictability, because we all know life can get out of hand sometimes, but a little change in the daily dose would be fun. Part of the frustration with this is being cooped up at home all the time. Funds were tight over the past few weeks, as illustrated in this post, so there hasn’t been a lot of entertainment going on around the house, outside of a few games of Trouble or Chutes and Ladders. Not to mention the baby is in full blown teething mode, so there’s the constant nightly ritual of trying to get him to sleep, which has put a big crimp in our “adult time”. And beyond the sex, I’m talking about an adult conversation in the very least. Last night was the first night in a long time when it seemed as though the kids were both fast asleep in their own beds by 9:00 pm. Just in time for my dose of Desperate Housewives, and then after that finally Dave and I got some time together for a quickie. Contrary to popular belief amongst my family, I actually still enjoy my husband after all these years and our love life has always been great. So it had been really bothering me that we hadn’t even had a conversation in what seemed weeks. Although last night there wasn’t a lot of conversing going on.
I have this love-hate relationship with routine. I long for it with my kids, yet hate to be on one myself. Ever feel like a hamster on a wheel?