I'm a person who thrives on routine.
Actually, I don't think the word thrive can completely encompass just how desperately I need routine.
I need the same thing to happen at the same time everyday or I will possibly come unglued.
This obviously makes me a joyful, fun, non-high maintenance person to be around.
If Luke is 2. 5 minutes late coming home from work I start internally freaking out. On the outside I'm all cool, calm and collective for Eli's sake but on the inside I'm crying uncontrollably because clearly he's in a ditch somewhere. What kind of crazy person doesn't come home at the same minute every single day?
And 90% of you just said a quick prayer for Luke and his sanity.
I need routine. I'll claim it. I live it. It's me.
So when we recently moved (more than once in a three week period) I sort of lost all cognitive and rational thinking.
It's like when we sold our house my brain went with it.
Then we moved to the cabin and I lost all sense of routine and normalcy.
And now we've been in the rent house for a month now and I still haven't got back into a routine.
Which really is my fault, at this point its a mental road block that I can't seem to break.
Or maybe I don't want to break it?
Every time I get the urge to cook dinner I picture myself in my old kitchen. I knew my way around that kitchen, I had a system, I had a GROOVE.
My groove is gone.
But it's getting ridiculous. We cannot continue to eat out, I HAVE to conquer my fear of cooking in a new (sort of gross rent house) kitchen.
I can do it.
I don't want to do it, but I CAN do it.
I'll let you know how that goes. I'm sure you'll be on the edge of your seat.
Anybody else share this problem? Does change completely throw you for a loop?