Routine Havar 2003

Havar, fall, 2003
Julio is 36, Rebecca is 33, Abel and Amanda are 7

It's funny how life has a way of sneaking up on you. You remember your glory years of seeing the world.

Now you simply exist in a day to day manner. You try to change the routine.

"Maybe I'll use mustard instead of mayo for the kids sandwiches today."

You even expand your family and adopt the convential dog, to add to your convential 2 kids and picket fence, but decide to break tradition and give it the untoken name of Decade.

No matter what, life still pulls you into that daily routine. Where discussing the bills and finances is the topic of conversation most simdays.

You love your spouse, of course. No thoughts of straying or entertaining forbidden fantasies. You are committed to them and thier love, unlike many of the couples around you.

To not love your spouse would mean that life isn't routine...which it unbearably is.

You love them with the unchanging devotion of the sun rising each day, with the expected consistency of the double moons in the night time sky.

It's expected. You love them with a passion, not the same youthful passion with its roaring flames, but the cozy comfortable passion, like a favorite blanket on a cold day.

Even the children are routine. Playing on the playground every day after school, before thier snack and homework. The teasing is routine, nothing out of the ordinary. The same "nah nah nah! You're a cabbage brain!!!"

You read books in which the sims are perfectly exciting! Everything is exciting, but who can get excitement out of visiting the grocers and picking up fresh produce. After a while it gets like the bread in the back of the cabinet, stale.

You consider a change, a tattoo or hairstyle change. You only have the guts for the tattoo that your daughter helped you pick out from the grocer's vending machine. It will be gone by the morning.

Even the dog is bored. Decade spends his days napping. The routine has become like a prison. You barely heard the words of your child bubbling over with excitement about the A+ they made on thier first book report.

"Congratulations." you say later, but by then they have moved on.

Someday you hope that life won't be routine anymore, simply passing you by. Someday you hope to see it through the eyes of your children, where seeing thier first baseball game is the highlight of thier life.

For now, you settle into the routine and wait for life to throw a curveball.