Last night whilst in bed we had a discussion about time . I was glancing at the clock to see what time it was. 

Hubby was like you don’t work anymore. It’s not like you have to get up at a particular time. Why are you so obsessed with the time?

I don’t think he understands . When you go to work you’ve got to be somewhere. When you’re at home you need to keep time. If there’s no routine I feel like life just slips away. Feels like nothing get done and I’m not getting the most out of life.

I can’t go into the mode of if it’s not done today it can be done tomorrow.

Plus I’m one of those that goes to bed at a certain hour and wake up at a certain time. 

I don’t sleep in much as it wrecks me as a person. I just feel groggy all day and walk around like a zombie.

I’m more productive when I have a routine. I get more done. 

The thing is I grew up with a soldier . My dad was in the army thus every room of our house had a clock. Growing up dinner was at 6pm on the dot every night. If you miss it bad luck.

Hubby on the other hand is your typical Southerner. He’s always running late. If he gets invited to dinner at 6pm he’ll rock up at 630pm or 7pm and to him he hasn’t done anything wrong. It’s not like it’s a job interview it’s only dinner. 

I’ve tried and tried to explain it to him that it’s disrespectful to be late. It’s like you don’t think the other person is important enough for you to be on time. All these years it just falls on deaf ears. 

As for bed time he’d go to bed at odd hours and wake up at odd hours.

Feels like we are not in time with each other . 

I also found out why he’s been singing. He’s trying to prove me wrong and that he can sing. 

The thing is he tries to sing all these songs that’s not in his vocal range and ends up sounding like a strangled cat. His reply to that was violinists get better with practice and so can he 😩