I get that routines can be comforting, that they can help provide 
important structure to lives that might otherwise become unmanageable. And yet…
In my mind it’s just a short hop from routine to repetitive, and really, there’s nothing good about living a repetitive life.
The thing is, I don’t actually mind when things naturally fall into their own groove, without being forced. I don’t mind living that life, if that’s how things shape up. But the idea of planning for it makes me feel a little claustrophobic.
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And while I’m on the topic of repetition, let me just toss a general question out there to the universe: is there a secret to being heard by young boys? Sometimes I feel like I’m living in a tired Bill Cosby comedy routine. “I said ‘come here.’ Come here. Come here, come here, come HERE…”
I think young kids just sort of naturally tend to block out their parents. And then parents — or at least this parent — typically react by speaking louder, or by saying the same thing over and over again, with the hopes of being heard. Which then sort of conditions the kids to further screen the yammering coming from the direction of the parent. It’s a downward spiral. All I know is that I fear that I’m becoming barky, and I don’t like it.
So just to reiterate the theme for this post: repetition is bad. Once again, that’s “repetition is bad.” Read it. Learn it. Know it.
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