My routine very much depends on the needs of others. I get up at 7:30 am, go pee, and then set out my son’s meds and let the dogs out for their morning pee. I attempt to wake my son up multiple times and then counter each of his reasons for not going to school while I make him something to eat. At 8:00 am I go outside with a book and read until his bus arrives. Then I spend 5 to 10 minutes reminding him of my arguments in favor of going to school, generally ending with “And your PS2 will be history if you don’t get your butt on that bus right now!” Then I go back inside, take my meds, get dressed, feed the dogs and the cats, lay out my husband’s meds, and then figure out which doctor(s) he has to go see that day.
After whatever doctor visits are done I take my husband out to lunch, bring him home to nap, while I do any and all of the following: Fluther, do laundry, throw stuff out, ship books I have sold, mop various floors, walk dogs, read, clean bathrooms, give my husband a bath, decide what to cook for dinner, go to the gym, go to the grocery store, deal with bills, work in the yard, and eventually go pick up my son after football.
Then I make dinner, do dishes, feed the dogs and cats, explain to my son why he has to do his homework and what will happen if he doesn’t, help my daughter figure out some problem she is having with the computer, do my son’s evening meds, make him go to bed and then try to get him to go to sleep. Around midnight, once my son has capitulated and closed his eyes, I take my own meds, do my husband’s meds, let the dogs out and in one last time (they go in and out all day) and sit down to watch TV until I fall asleep.
I hate routine.