I have a certain routine every weekday once I send my son and hubby off to their respective destinations; school and work. I have about four hours to cook, clean, potter about doing mummy things and if I am lucky, squeeze just a little bit of time to do my own thing. Monday to Friday, 8.00 a.m. to 12.00 noon, thats how my mornings are set.
The rest of the day is also kind of like a clockwork, as taking care of my son and my niece fills up pretty much the whole afternoon right up until bed time at night. That's when my routine switches to picking them up from school, giving them their meals, lesson time with mum and finally outside activities which I have to get them to on time.
But a funny thing happened today. My routine became unroutined, and I got thrown off balance in my own home. I finally knew how a round peg felt in a square hole. I felt disoriented and seemed to stumble about with my chores, unable to pick any one to do first.
The reson for my day becoming unroutined? My hubby. He decided on the spur of the moment to take a couple of days off work. Spur of the moment being when he woke up on this perfectly beautiful and promising morning and just decided on the spot he deserved two days off. That's two days off my weekday! My perfectly syncronised weekday, where I have finetuned a lovely rythmn to which beat I move fluidly through.
But there was no music today. I had no rythmn. I spent the rest of the day doing the side step around my blissfully happy hubby who was unaware how he had unroutined my day. I shudder to think of tomorrow.
