Sometimes you have to share your cloud

If you have noticed that I havent posted for a couple of days, it isnt because I have lost interest and it sure isnt because I have been busy lol- in fact, I was just thinking that I will have to get some baby powder or something to sooth my ass which is now sore from sitting around so much! No, I have not posted because I couldn't think of anything to say. There is definitely a big difference from being "semi-retired" in Toronto to being "retired" in St. Kitts and now that much of the "settling in" has been done, my days have taken on a certain sameness or routine. When I started this blog, I had visions of writing about all the beautiful things about St. Kitts, taking pictures from all over the island...a wealth of material. And eventually I will, but it hasnt happened yet. Sure I could write and tell you about our visit to the Carib brewing factory to get beer and cigarettes (how white trash sounding- lol) yesterday, but truth is, it was relatively uneventful.
Then Heather and Scott stopped in last night on their way out and when Heather saw that I was mindlessly playing games on the computer, she said.."I dont see you working on your blog..Missy" I told her my problem and she said, "so write about the sameness." Which in turn led me to think about the routines that creep into our lives that as we get older are harder and harder to break without becoming cranky. I came face to face with one yesterday.

Let me start this one by saying that I love my children more than anything in the world. Good, bad and everything in between and they have all been that. Both Kirsty and Scott will be experiencing the beginning of this unwavering love very very soon. But I have not always been the very best parent. I will be the first to admit that I have a small, teeny tiny, little, minuscule selfish streak (ok..some people might argue with the descriptives) and as we all know, parenting and selfish can not be put in the same sentence and have it make any sense. Furthermore, I absolutely love it when my adult children come to visit. It is fun, entertaining, loving and always educational.

Anyway, back to the routine thing. When I am at home, I LOVE to be in a nightie. Some people like sweat suits, some people have napping gear, boxer shorts, gentleman's pants, whatever..mine is a nightie. Over the years, I have learned to switch up the nighties because the people you live with get tired of seeing the same outfit, day in and day out. When I was living with my kids and my sisters on Sir Raymond, I wore the same nightie everyday for about 2 years..so much so that one time when I went away some where, I came home and of course the first thing that I did was run upstairs to put on the nightgown (it was actually a cream coloured sleeveless beach cover up type thing with one big flower on it- not to be confused with the green night shirt thing that Sue wore or the long sleeve Seoul Olympics t-shirt that Cath wore for a lot more years lol) and after struggling a to get into it, discovered that my loving family had sown up the neck!

On Sunday Jamie arrived for a visit and on Monday afternoon I went upstairs to put the current night gown on and looked down. Oh my... there is something about a 51 1/2 year woman in a tank top nightie that just doesnt look so right, not that I can now imagine how it looked so right for the past 20 years! Back on went the bra and underwear. Later that night, when I went to take the garbage out, my son says, "you are going out in that?" Hello??? I have chased dogs, picked up ride less teenagers, gone to stores and done recognizance missions for suspicious girlfriends of my sister in these outfits and you were there. Now you are questioning my taking out the garbage?

Somebody is stepping on my routine and I am not taking it well! Where did these kids come from anyway?