Coffee and Routine

So. . .life continues. I'm at work (and love parts of it and hate parts of it), the girls are at school (again with the love/hate relationship), and F is at work (I think today it is mostly a hate thing. . .but that is a long story for another time). I need to lose 10 lbs. I need a haircut and a pedicure and someone professional to attack my eyebrows. I've seriously been contemplating scrubbing the grout on the bathroom floor. And we need to paint the foyer. But mostly. . .life just goes on (oh blah di, oh blah da. . .).

However, sometimes the life just going on begins to bother me. Not the life itself mind you - I can whine about somethings, but for the most part, my life is excellent. But the "just goes on" aspect. We keep our nose to the grindstone, pick up the laundry, cook supper and collapse and every day blurs together in a wash of monotony. We aren't resisting change, we are just immune to it. And to keep going, to keep ourselves from falling further behind, we rarely seek out that change. How many times do we think we should do something different and yet we don't? Think we should speak up on an injustice and instead bury our outrage? Contemplate and then procrastinate? In the day to day we have a tendency to ignore things that make us uncomfortable, sweep past the things we dislike and just continue on with our life. It is only in the hours before sleep that those things come back to haunt us. . .keep us awake. . .we swear we'll deal with it in the morning. . .only to drown it in coffee and routine once again when the dawn breaks.

Coffee and routine. . .the two things that keep me mostly sane. . .and yet. . .keep me and my world mostly the same.