I actually hate the first day of school. I miss my kids like crazy. In a month or so, I'll be in a routine.
This year it's all weird because I can't do the ritual I've had for the last 15 years.
Used to be I'd order in chinese food and play video games all day. Haha! Now, there's no chinese food place for at least 30 miles. Sigh.
So, now it's time to come up with a new routine, I guess.
We just got a new McDonald's in town but I'm not real inclined to go there. The whole point was ordering in. Oh, and the beer.
I'm keeping that part of the tradition. One beer. You bet your ass that one beer is like 10 percent alcohol.
I guess now the damn tradition is going to be housework. I hate housework so bad. People just need to start picking up after themselves.
Actually, they do. All the housework I really have to do today is clean my own damn room and bathroom. There's a few dishes, but only 4 bowls. I guess I could go and mow the grass when it's drier.
I need to learn to pick up after myself, for the love of all holy.
I'm actually the only real slob of the whole group. How does that work, anyway? Hell, it's a full time job just for me to clean up the messes I make.
I suppose if I had a job I'd be home to make less messes. But damn, I can make a mess in a hurry. All my time off would be spent cleaning up after my ownself.
There are some times that I do better than other times. Usually, I can force myself into a routine, and then keep things nice. Until something happens.
And something is ALWAYS happening.
I got diagnosed with OCD once. I didn't buy it. I've known a BUNCH of people that have OCD and I'm nothing like them.
I wish that cleaning relieved stress for me like it does other people. It's actually the exact opposite...sort of. It does make me feel better...until it is messy again, which is usually in a few hours at the inside. That is the part that drives me absolutely crazy.
If I clean something, I want it to stay that way, dammit.
I mean seriously.
Y'all know what I mean. You get your kitchen spanky clean, and then a few hours later have to go and cook supper. Then, it's not spanky clean anymore.
The crazy thing, is apparently, I cannot stand a clean kitchen. Once I get it clean, I have to almost immediately cook something.
If it's seven o'clock in the morning, then I immediately have to cook dessert for the evening meal. It's just how it is. Hell, even I don't get it.
I actually wish my first day of school routine involved the beach in some way. Hurricanes and all.
But, alas, it is what I make it, and right now, I guess I'm going to make it mus and housecleaning.
Oh and maybe a little political discourse later.