In any given day I do many things over and over. Some make sense, others don’t.
I punctuate the day with boiling the kettle a million times to make tea. Sometimes I admit I’m thirsty, other times it is just an excuse to sit down and stop whatever I am doing.
I walk past the mirror in the hall purposely looking the other way so I don’t have to look at the person I don’t feel I am. I am young, good looking and about twenty. Yer wan who looks back at me is definitely not she!
I lock the bathroom even if no one is at home, and I lock the front door before I shower.
I put the dishes into the sink sometimes so I can’t actually see them instead of washing them. I then wash them just before anyone comes home!
I regularly put clean socks back in the wash basket in the hope they will find their pair, and because I am sick looking at them around the house.
I walk into my daughters bedroom when she is not there. She is in college away from home. While I am in there I spend a few minutes looking at the many photos she has stuck all over her room. I marvel at how she has grown up, at her lovely smile, and how happy she always seems to be.
I walk into my sons bedroom who is also away from home and quickly leave, wondering how the hell he did that to his room in just two days.
When I go to the top of the stairs there are times when I look at the Sylvanian families town set up there, and I smile remembering the many hours of fun my children had with those toys, and then sometimes I look at them and I am heavy hearted, as I see the dust gather because no little hands have played with them.
In the evening I feel I am not fully relaxed without putting on my cosy pyjamas. Definitely a time to avoid the mirror!
I love my wine… a drop each night gives me divine inspiration.
I used to have an electric blanket (and a husband) to heat the bed up, but the blanket broke. I only remember at bed time that I must replace it. Thankfully my husband still works.
I go to bed way too late every night, but late at night is my favourite time of the day.
I also like to say ‘feck’, ‘Jesus’, ‘for Gods sake’ regularly, but not all together.
I slam doors very very loudly when I am mad.
I usually forget I am mad very quickly.
I write ridiculous posts regularly and then never publish them, I have 175 in my drafts folder. Maybe this will be another one.
These are just a few of the things I do, that I will admit to, there are many more.
How about you?
*** I found this in my drafts folder. I thought I might as well release it.