It’s Saturday morning ( I think)…..okay, yes it is. This past week has been very disjointed and I have been losing track of what day it is. I am not really sure why. I think it is because a lot of my routine things have kind of gone hay wired because of adaptations of what I normally do. Writing this blog is putting a cramp into my morning routines as sometimes it takes me longer to write than I would like it too. My thoughts have not been as clear as I would like them to be and the writing has been a little more difficult.
I realized this morning I must have forgotten to finish washing the whites last week. “I wonder why I don’t have any socks left in the drawer”….Oh yeah….I will get on the laundry as soon as this blog entry is finished. I will set the kitchen timer for the 50 minutes it takes to finish the cycle and hopefully it will get me on track and I can get on some other cleaning that REALLY needs get done.
The end of daylights savings time really hasn’t helped me much either. When I wake in the morning from the previous night of slumber, it is usually still dark. I don’t like to get up when it is dark outside. When I leave work, it is dark….. I don’t like driving home from work in the dark.
I think I will have to write the day of the week on the kitchen white board so I can keep dinner straight. Last Wednesday I reheated the leftover chicken for dinner….. why ?
Wednesday’s are ALWAYS pasta days, it didn’t even phase me until I started on Thursday to make the pasta and my husband said ….”today is Thursday, not Wednesday”. REALLY ? uggghhhhhh Well we are having pasta anyway!
Well, I need to go get the day started, I feel like I am already running behind schedule.
About the only thing I can count on regarding scheduling is that tonight Jake, our dog, will be sitting in front of me, maybe putting his head on my knee , letting me know it is time for his evening Milkbone. I will look at the clock and think “but it is not 8 o’clock yet”.
He doesn’t care about DayLights Savings Time ending and that the clock says seven, he just wants his cookie.
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