My morning routine is simple. Five mornings a week I wake at 5:35 and head straight to the bathroom where I do those morning things like brush my teeth and put on my face. I make my bed, dress, give the cats a little attention and some treats, drink a glass of water and head off to work. I have everything planned right down to the minute. The only morning I break that routine is Thursday morning, when I stop at McDonald's for a hazelnut iced coffee and a bacon, egg and cheese mcgriddle. Thursdays are my Fridays at work so I celebrate another week behind me and closer to retirement:)
When I get home from work I have another boring routine. After greeting the kitties and kissing hubby, in that order, I head straight to the TV to watch Judge Judy. Then I go to bathroom for my shower. I dress into my PJ's, head to the kitchen for dinner. Finish up the evening by watching a little TV and playing on the computer.
DON'T INTERRUPT MY ROUTINE!!!
Tonight I came home to a disaster. When I pulled into the drive I noticed the outside door was wide open. Ok, sometimes that happens when you don't pull it shut tight. But when I got close enough to see that the inside door was also open I went ballistic. My first thought was that the cats were out. I saw hubby at the kitchen sink and lit into him, thinking he didn't even notice he hadn't shut the doors. He stopped me in mid sentence and said, don't you see we have a problem? Don't you smell it?
Apparently he'd fallen asleep while cooking and woke to a house full of stink and smoke. The cats, thank God, were safe and shut up in the bedroom. Hubby had opened up as many doors and windows as he could, had all the fans going, to get rid of the smoke and stink. Most of the smoke was gone by the time I got home but when I calmed down I could smell the stink. The pot he'd burnt up was beyond cleaning. How can you ruin a pot with nothing but water in it?
Anyways, I got over it pretty quick and apologized for my outburst once I realized Woofy, Gin Gin and Jezebel were okay. I got to watch half of Judge Judy. And the spaghetti he'd made for dinner was good:)