There are many patterns in my life; those little daily rhythms that keep me from feeling chaotic. I like order and consistency, but that doesn't mean I live in it. With two children, two dogs, and two cats, my life is hectic, but I count on my little patterns to make me feel better.
Mondays was laundry day. I'd wash the bulk of our dirty clothes and linens. Since I was doing laundry, it was time to change the sheets. Tuesdays was the day I chose to run errands. It just seemed like a good day. Thursdays was garbage day and that meant on Wednesday I'd take out all the trash and change the cat litter boxes. Since I was dumping garbage, the bathrooms could get a thorough cleaning and our sunroom would get a good sweeping. That was my order. It kept me sane and gave me the feeling I was accomplishing housework.
When we came home from vacation end of June there was a letter waiting for us from the Disposal Company. Due to a restructuring of their garbage routes, our garbage pick-up day had changed from Thursday to Friday.
Suddenly my life has been in disorder. I can't keep my house clean. My little "hotspots" have begun collecting papers; some I don't even recognize. My "to-be-filed" pile is higher than the filing cabinet. The dustbunnies have organized unions. When I walk across the family room I can feel the grit beneath my bare feet...even thought I vacuumed yesterday.
I've misplaced towels, although I am sure they were washed a few days ago. My son can't locate his swimming goggles. He had them last time he swam. "Whiskers" the bed-time kitty seems to have wandered off. I think the dust bunnies may have kidnapped him. There is no telling what will happen next with the chaos permeating my house.
All I know is it started after vacation when we received the letter from the garbage man. It is all his fault.