Over the last week and a half that I've officially been living on my own, I've been developing a routine. I wake up at the same time each morning, I have classes and work from approximately 9:00-5:00 each day, and I do my chores and homework at night. There is a specific laundry basket for towels, another for jeans, and one more for cotton things. Garbage is taken out on Monday nights, and the bins are collected Tuesday morning. Dishes are done on an almost daily basis. Leftovers are kept no longer than four days. Homework gets sqeezed in just before bed. Dinner falls around six most nights, and is postponed when Kylie works late.
It may sound boring to all of you, but to me, having this normalcy is heaven. Finally there isn't any more "going home on the weekends," forgetting things at Dad's, or day dreaming about having a place to bake. At long last, I have a place to call my own. :) (I can't even begin to tell you how wonderful it is to finally have a kitchen. Even with its limited cabinet space, I am thrilled.)
It's a lot of work keeping the place in order. (Yes, Mom, you were right. I did take everything you did for granted.) But you know, I really don't mind it. I love the feeling I get at the end of each day when I know that I've accomplished something, and it's amazing to watch my little house become a home.
So when I get home tonight, I'll be happily cooking another dinner, washing what already feels like my 1000th set of dishes, and starting yet another cylce of never-ending laundry, and I'll be pleased as punch about it. I do believe, dear readers, that this one-time-CEO-wannabe has been thoroughly and effectively domesticated. =)
It's kind of funny, isn't it, how life has a way of flipping your world upside down?