The girl with the curly hair and I have a lot in common. The above posting hits me where I live on a daily basis. Compromise and adjustment are necessary pains. A vacation day without taking one is when my day’s routine is not broken and filled with activities related to my special interests. If I have to compromise or adjust my plans for the day, it’s like taking a dose of castor oil.
I have been living with a few family members since I retired from working for Uncle Sam (U.S. gov.) six years ago. It was a big adjustment since I had lived by myself for a quarter of a century. After moving in, I created a new routine as I would after any move, temporary or long-term.
One of the daily hurdles to jump over is handling interruptions to my routine. Since sticking in my room most of the day is a necessary part of my daily routine, I get interrupted when someone needs my assistance or has a question or has some news to share. It’s not a hurdle when one calls my name when I’m not doing much of anything. However, it is when I’m in the middle of one of my interests such as writing a blog like this one or playing video games or eating at my desk. It is a higher hurdle when my name is called multiple times within the same hour. I am not proud to say I throw a good imitation of a childhood tantrum for someone in their early 60s. I usually manage to remember to put on my mask by the time I get to whoever with a smile on my face and a polite-sounding voice as if I didn’t mind the interruption at all.
After all, it isn’t their fault. It would be worst if my name was never called and so no one needed me or wanted to converse with me. Yet, I confess, if I had a mirror to my face, I suspect sometimes my discontent when interrupted shows on my face like a neon sign.