Day 71
I slept on the “other side” of the bed last night and nearly did a perfect Greg Louganis dive as I fell out of it this morning.
I am a creature of habit and wasn’t expecting the edge of the bed on that side!
I have a king size bed “all to myself”. I use that term extremely loosely because “all by myself” includes 2 pugs, a nearly 100 pound lab and sometimes a very portly cat (who last week was mistaken for a pregnant female by a passer-by; Oscar is still disgruntled about that comment!) … so, yeah, all by myself does not mean ALONE.
In any case, I sleep on my side … my side … the side I, for some 27 years slept on because Tim was on the other side. When the day came when I had the whole bed to “myself” … I still slept on my side.
Creature of habit.
Until last night when instead of trying to push Moby aside … and we all know that a 100 pound dog when awake weighs about 347 pounds when sleeping … so THAT wasn’t about to happen. So, I crawled in on the other side.
You don’t realize how much a creature of habit you are until things are different.
Nothing felt right. The comforter was short (how is that even possible?), the room was smaller, the bed was lumpier, the pillows were flat … and so on. Princess and the pea … that’s me. Or just a ….
Creature of habit.
Since I started packing I’ve noticed how many things I do during the day that are habitual, second-nature. I wish I had a dollar for every time I looked at where the clock in my office used to be. I packed it a few weeks back. I know it is not up on the wall because I packed it myself! However, that doesn’t keep me from looking up at that damn spot every few hours to see what time it is … even though I am looking at my computer screen and the time is posted on it in two different places! Oh no, I’ll just look at the empty wall … again!
This habit thing is making me crazy!
I find myself going to answer the door and mushing my hair into some other undesirable “do” as I jog down the stairs and I glance in the mirror on the side of the door before my hand hits the doorknob. However, I packed that mirror a few weeks back, as well … and so now as I reach for the doorknob I look at the pine green sueded wall without the mirror and there is no reflection. I’m feeling like a vampire these days.
I packed the kitchen a week ago and have put all my everyday needs into one cabinet. Granted that cabinet was not home to anything that is now in it so I end up opening up 3 empty cabinets and/or drawers before I find the stashed goods.
Creature of habit.
In fact, I’m doing that same thing all over the house … opening now-empty cabinets and drawers in the bathroom. Going for extra TP in the now-empty hall closet. Going into the other bedroom to water plants that are no longer there. It’s crazy!
It’ll be interesting to see how long it takes, in my new place, for me to not notice that I am truly a creature of habit.