Everyday.
It’s the same. old. thing.
Get up somewhere between 5:30-6:30.
Go into the bathroom. Slide the door shut as quietly as possible so hopefully I don’t wake Kendall up. Flip on the big, bright, rude lights. (I really should get a little lamp for in there.) Pee. Weigh myself. Sigh heavily. Slide the door open and change into my yoga pants and a sweatshirt.
I whisper for the dogs to follow. They ignore me. I know as soon as I close the bedroom door they’ll see that I was serious about getting up and staying up and jump off the bed to follow me. Too bad goobers. Now you have to wait. Three can play this game.
I fumble for the light on the microwave hoping I don’t hit the fan button because that much noise first thing in the morning is just rude and obnoxious, maybe more than the big, bright, rude lights.
I press the little magnetic lights Kendall put on the fridge to turn them on. We do not, I repeat, do not, use the big, bright, rude lights in our house unless absolutely necessary. Only the ones above the bar because they give off a more lampy glow and, as noted above, the one’s in the bathroom because, well, sometimes you just need more light for certain activities.
I open the fridge, grab the coffee, drop a filter in the basket and scoop in 5 level scoops.
I plop the basket into its place and flip the coffee switch. Okay, time to let the dogs in.
I open the door and they both try to come through at the same time, pushing and shoving each other. They sit down and look at me to see if today is the day that I’m going to take them out before I move onto my next task, making Kendall’s lunch. Silly doggos. They know the routine. Realizing that they will indeed have to wait, they settle in and watch.
I grab the bread out of the fridge, cut two slices, and pop them into the air fryer which Kendall has programmed to get just the right amount of toast on the bread, not too little, not too much.
While the bread toasts, I grab the rest of the necessary items from the fridge and fill up his massive water bottle. The air fryer dings loudly. So rude. I rush to shut it off. Do we really need that many dings to know something is finished cooking and does it really need to be that loud? Sheesh.
I carefully grab the toast out of the fryer with my bare hands because grabbing the tongs, well, it’s just too much trouble even though they’re literally in the drawer underneath the air fryer.
I set the slices on the cutting board and spread mayo and mustard on both sides of the bread. We’re not animals here, okay. I follow with a slice of cheese so that it gets a little melty from the warm bread. Next I lay anywhere from 3-5 slices of ham or turkey, which I roll to make the sandwich feel more meaty and substantial.
The sandwich goes into it’s own baggy, which goes into a bigger baggy. No fancy lunch box here. Next, the apple goes by the sandwich and then, finally, a Perfect Bar next to the apple. The sandwich is still a little warm and I don’t want the Perfect Bar to melt. Like the cool kids say, IYKYK.
The coffee has finished percolating by now, I grab his, what I consider, very tall travel mug from the back of the sink where it dried out over night. I pour the coffee in, making sure it’s full because according to Kendall, this mug is just the perfect amount of coffee and caffeine. You have to push a button on this mug in order to take a drink which feels very complicated to me, but if he likes it and it’s the perfect amount of coffee, that’s all that matters.
Finally, I look at the dogs.
They’re still staring at me, waiting.
I walk over to the bookshelf and grab a beanie out of my key/purse basket. I put it on and attach a tiny little clip light to the hem of my sweatshirt
I look at the dogs. They look at me.
“You ready to go potty?”
They jump up and run to the door, tails wagging.
I fumble for my shoes and slip them on while Chloe noses the basket I grabbed them out of as if that will make me move faster.
I grab three poop bags out of the basket and stuff them in my waist or a pocket.
I grab the leashes and attach the first one to whoever is closest and moving the least and then attach the second one. Black collar for trip, red collar for Chloe.
I turn the lock and out the door we go. It doesn’t matter what the weather is. Business must be taken care of.
It’s all so mundane and boring.
Sometimes I get tired of making lunch and walking the dogs, mostly because it takes me awhile to wake up and it can feel tedious, and I’d really just love to pour a cup of coffee and sit on the couch for an hour or two. Like I said, it takes me awhile to wake up.
But also, I’ve waited and dreamed of having a mundane and boring life my whole life.
I don’t want or need to be a boss babe. I tried it. I hated it. I’m more than happy to wake up and make my husband a sandwich. I’ve come to love these simple little chores and routines.
Yes, they’re boring. They’re also beautiful.
And peaceful.
And aren’t we all craving a little more peace and beauty in our lives?