Day...um...13, maybe?: The Routine

I just got back from a 2 day conference in Cleveland, which went pretty well, except it disrupted The Routine.  In an effort to make 130 by 30, there are certain rituals that I perform in the morning (as long as I don't have to get up exceptionally early because, I mean, sleep trumps all).  Here's how it generally goes:

9:00 a.m.
Get up, turn off alarm.

9:05 a.m.
Feel embarrassed that I have to set an alarm to be up by 9:00

9:05-10:00 a.m.
Eat breakfast, dick around on facebook.  The size of this time slot is directly proportional to how interesting everyone's statuses are that particular day

10:00-10:30 a.m.
Try to put a dent in the dishes, while occasionally running back to my laptop to check stupid stuff, like "What's the name of that Coen brothers movie?  You know, the one with Tim Robbins?"
(A: The Hudsucker Proxy)

10:30-11:30 a.m.
Do a series of stretches, squats, and sit-ups while watching The Doctors and The Price is Right; contemplate why I prefer Drew Carey to Bob Barker

11:30 a.m.
Go running/walking if I feel motivated

This is The Routine, my ritual.  I've grown very accustomed to it.  I rely on it--to do it differently is like to watch Memento in the correct chronological order.  Its chaos is its beauty. 

But when I'm staying with my sister-in-law and her family in Cleveland for 2 days, I have to go with their routine, and a wrench gets thrown in the system.  My rebelling body and my eight year-old mind get confused.

"What are we doing?  Where are the status updates?"
"Why are we up so early?"
"Is this granola?  Why are we eating granola for breakfast?"
"That's not Drew Carey!  That's Dora!"
"No sit-ups?  Hooray!"
"Are we on vacation?"
"Will there be nachos?"

(The last question is inevitable, and will be asked in any social situation.)

So now I have to get back into The Routine, and that's done with great reluctance.  I did my exercises this morning (no running, though), and now I need to grocery shop for ingredients for Real Meals with Fruits and Vegetables.  Right now, we have ketchup and Teddy Grahams, and even in Neverland, that's not an acceptable meal.