I am a creature of habit. I do the same things in the same order every week. Monday, Wednesday, and Sunday are Hubby’s bowling nights during the fall/winter. I visit my Mom on the first and third Tuesday of the month. Nail night is every other Wednesday. Trash night is Wednesday. Grocery night is Thursday. Hubby gets paid on Thursday and I get paid every other Friday. I go to 4 p.m. Saturday Mass. Friday is Fast Food Night with Hubby. I call my Mom every Sunday night at 8 p.m. Every night that it’s not raining, I take Blacky and Luci for a walk. I like knowing what’s going to happen when.
The problem is that Hubby’s winter bowling season ended a week ago . . . and summer bowling starts in one week. Instead of him being gone three nights a week, he’s been home every night. My entire schedule has been disrupted. Don’t get me wrong – it’s nice having him around. I’ve been cooking regular meals instead of eating TV dinners or fast food. We’re spending lovely evenings together on the deck or in the back yard with the puppies. Since my schedule has been disrupted, I have no concept of time and I have no idea what day it is anymore.
The problem all started about a year ago when I had my hysterectomy. Suddenly the one thing that happened every month since I was 13 didn’t happen anymore and it seemed like the entire summer was one big blur. I know it’s weird to use that as a way to mark time, but I did. That’s when I realized I needed to develop a regular routine so that I could keep track of time. And to make sure that I didn’t let life just zip past me at 100 mph.
Everything worked out well through the fall and the winter. But when Hubby’s bowling season ended last week, I lost my frame of reference and I’m all out of whack again. Add a re-scheduled nail appointment and Hubby being home all week and I’m completely confused.
So since the day after my nail appointment is grocery day . . . which means that I’m thinking I should be at the grocery store tonight. But Pay Day isn’t until tomorrow so I have to wait another day. And Trash Night is the same as Nail Night so I thought we needed to take the trash cans to the curb last night – and I completely forgot about it until a minute ago when Hubby mentioned it. And because I’m all goofed up on what day it is, I missed the results show of "Dancing With The Stars" last night.
And as soon as I get used to this new schedule, bowling season will start again and I’ll be all out of whack again . . .