A couple of weeks ago, H2B spent the night on a "school night". While I'm not a huge grump in the morning, I'm not exactly a morning person, either. I know, I know...shocking, isn't it?
Anyway, the way I function in the morning is pretty much being on automatic pilot, at least for the last few years since I've been living with room mates. I just get up, do my thing, and hit the bus stop at 7 a.m. It's all based on routine -- for example, I even have a routine in the shower, and if I do steps out of order, I forget to do something stupid, like wash my ears or forget to use conditioner.
Anyway, H2B was here, and his presence was just disrupting my routine. I wasn't a complete bitch about it, but it was obvious I was out of sorts. I apologized to him later in the day, and he was completely cool with it.
I know little things like this make him worry about what it will be like when we are under one roof again. For the entire course of our R, all nearly 7 yrs of it, I've always been the one who's had to get up earlier than he to get ready for work. On one hand, I like having the morning time to myself. I turn on the news, shower, feed the cat, do my hair...nothing special, but it's "my thing". And I know that when we are under one roof again, I'll accomodate and adjust my morning routine. My goal would be get up earlier so I'm not so rushed in the mornings.
To some degree, I find myself feeling just a tad resentful that a) he's a dude and it doesn't take him as long to get ready, and b) he's laying there in bed while I'm running around like a chicken with my head cut off. All of that is totally stupid and I know it will go away when I am able to adjust my routine on a regular basis. I'll find another way to get my morning news jones, get my clothes out the night before so I don't have to fumble around in the dark, etc.
Anyway, that's my post about morning routines. It seems trival now, but it wasn't at the time. In the broader scheme of things, I'm looking forward to the time I'll be able to adjust my morning routine and reprogram my auto-pilot.
I know, I know...shocking, isn't it? 
