We all have our routines. Logically I would even call those who have no routine being routine in their lack of routine, so to speak. My routines at times border on being extremely habitual to mildly obsessive and I’m just under the threshold of OCD according to my psychiatrist – which I am not too worried about considering I’m one of the saner ones in my family.
All the door locks in the house must be checked before going to bed and before leaving the house. This is non-negotiable as safety will always come before paranoia in my books. My husband has another word for it and won’t even check the locks before we go out anymore as he knows I’m going to do my once-over anyway. As he has been known to leave doors open and cars unlocked in a less-than-secure neighbourhood in the past I’m not taking any chances with our personal protection anytime in the near future. Our home is equipped with an alarm system, window locks on Amplimesh safety screens and I have been entertaining the idea of getting some surveillance cameras for the front door. The latter isn’t so much for security as it is to catch the smug would-be graffiti artist in the act after the defacement of my last political sign during the last election.
My dogs have routines, too. If I’m still sitting on the lounge when their bedtime rolls around they will take themselves off to find a good position on the bed, taking the opportunity to find the best spot on the pillow before I can get to them. Dinner time is apparently 5 o’clock in the evening no matter what. It does not matter if the sun is blazing in the sky in the summer or pitch black in winter. They seem to know.
My husband has his own routine. He is up with the sparrows while I am still in bed long after the sparrow has fed the kids and gone off to forage. He takes his naps seriously as he works away a lot and can be found in his favourite chair while home checking out the insides of his eyelids on a regular basis. His routine borders around the time he is home and the time he is away and we all just have to go with it – hence my preoccupation with aforementioned lock checking and security no doubt.
My son also has a routine although we are not quite sure what it entails. I gave up trying to get him into patterns years ago after he nearly blew the house up and not long after that losing the keys to the house in an unknown location. My only routine with him is to not leave him in charge of the house or in possession of too many keys at once. It seems to work.
I generally get by with my routines. Every now and again I will leave the sameness and safety of my regular patterns and do something completely left field and erratic – more than likely having planned it all out in my head beforehand.