The Drones that We Are!

Today I have been thinking about the mundane things we do every day to keep our lives in order. Quite frankly I feel like a drone or a robot some days. Especially on days that drag on forever.

Guess what? Today has been dragging on forever. It is only 11 in the morning as I write this. I've been up since about 7:30, and I have already eaten breakfast, gotten my 4-year old off to preschool, worked for a half an hour (other than this, I do a variety of other work) and got gas in my car. Now I am trying to figure out what to do until it is time to retrieve my young one from school (I need to leave in about 10 minutes).

What makes the day so dull? Around here it isn't hard. In the winter, it can be bitter cold; which I think is way worse than actually being cold. The weird thing is, is that it really isn't cold temperature wise; but tack on that wind chill and whoa. Give me a hot cup of hot chocolate and I'm good the rest of the day. Then on top of it being bitter cold it is overcast which means that there is a likely hood it will snow by the end of the...week. Just kidding, the news said it would be by the end of today.

I'm sitting here typing away and I know I have a million things to do. I need to go back out and work some more; but I need to find some gloves. Still haven't done that. I know I have them; but I can't find them. I also have a dryer that has been calling my name for the last twenty minutes. Every time I hear it buzz, I hear my name instead. It can wait until I get back from getting my four year old from school. They won't wrinkle...much.

By the end of today I will look toward tomorrow and think that I'll just be doing this all over again tomorrow. Some days I think why bother making my bed, I'm just going to get back in it tonight. I'll save myself five seconds by leaving it all disheveled. By making my bed though I show my son how "important" it is to have a clean looking room. Not that anyone outside the family is going to see it. Until you go away to college and your side of the room looks like a hurricane hits. Then you'll think why didn't I listen to my mom when she asked me to clean my room.

Truthfully though, it is alright to be a drone. We may not all do the same things everyday that the next person does, but we get what we need to done. And some days are just going to feel like, BLAH!

Carry on little drones!