Mindset: Responsibly resentful. Part of my standard routine, wanting to get up early, includes the dogs being pee'd, fed 'n returned to bed. It's a role I took on willingly. Yet a dog is not prone to rationalize the nature of fatigue, and as I stir, they bounce into action with the eager unbridled expectation of repeated experience."He's up so we're getting up too". Only sometimes I don't wanna get up. And sometimes that triggers a sense of having no choice, no say, no right to attend to my own needs before theirs. Indentured servitude. And all this dovetails into a legacy sense of indignation when something done initially with the intention of kindness or an expression of love becomes expected. Intention is abandoned to the reflex of routine. Yet it's remains my own creation, my ongoing choice and within my control to refine. So who am I angry at, and why?
Goals: Order the book of selected writings on parenting. Get back on an exercise routine.
