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I am starting to like routine. Routine is good. Routine is comforting. Its nice getting up at the same time every day. Going to bed at the same time every night. Waking up to a clean house and kitchen. Even cleaning is appealing right now. James said I am becoming a cleaning nazi. I think I am in danger of it, but not there yet. I'm just houseproud! The obsessiveness has been tempered a bit, since I caught myself bitching that the playroom was a complete mess, in the middle of the morning, while the kids were actually playing in the room! Sigh. Its one way or another with me... There is no happy medium, or middle ground! I was home alone again last night. James works most night until at least eleven or twelve. Sometimes one or two. This is a very large, old, spooky house during the daytime. At night? Its like a setting for a scary movie. Things you can only learn from movies and television... If I see one more little winky... |
right now
Feeling:
Currently Reading: Shaekpeare's Christmas, by Charlaine Harris Listening To: black boat neck sweater, blue jeans, black comfy socks To Do List: I wasn't feeling so queasy! book of shadows
touch me
thanks
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