Take this morning. This is how I wake up:
|Dark circles, puffy eyes, blanket impressions on face.|
Now, I usually stumble around feeling like I look until I've had some coffee. But even that won't make me sociable. Mostly because I just want to do my thing and get my stuff done so I can go spend the day chatting up senior citizens.
But this morning it was more like this:
Husband: "You're making breakfast? Where's my breakfast?"
Me:"I'm trying to get ready for work here. Why are people talking to me?"
Husband:"I never ask you to make breakfast ever. But I'm going to ask you when I know you want to be left to do your thing."
Me:"Wow. It must be nice for you to be in another city when you have to work with no one talking to you when you get up in the morning."
Then I ended up making breakfast for both of us because I felt guilty. Just a little.
But I was curious. Why does this man who I've been married to for 11 years, and known for like ever, feel the need to break a routine that he knows I've had all along. So I asked.
Husband:"You like routine too much."
Me:"Uh? Yeah, certain routines, like getting ready for work."
Husband:"There's nothing wrong with sharing and doing things for others."
Me:"Sharing?! Who does that anymore?!"
Ok, maybe that last part didn't happen, but I do happen to know that my husband thinks I am OCD too. But have you ever seen someone with OCD that couldn't finish their routine?
Just a little OCD clip.
Remember, it's just a ride.