Eggs over hard
By Rina on November 9th, 2009

Today's comic strip reminds me a bit of how, when Daniel and I go out for breakfast, we always end up going to the same place and ordering the same thing. It's slightly embarrassing that the server doesn't even have to take our order of bacon and eggs (over hard, broken), potatoes, white toast and baked beans. She just sees us coming in, pours our coffee and rattles off our order. I always swear I'll order something different like bagels and smoked salmon or waffles and fresh fruit but we only go once a month (when the kids are in school) and it is such a routine that in the past when I've ordered something else I always wished (while I was eating) that I hadn't!

I think bacon is just too powerful a food to ignore.

But it is alarming when I find myself stuck to a certain routine like that. Daniel doesn't care, he's been an old soul since he was born, but I feel more like that Joe Jackson song "Nineteen Forever" (if you've not heard it, give it a listen - it's a great song). I sometimes try to fight the routine thing just for the principle of it, it's good to shake things up and get out of our comfort zone, right? I'm tempted to do something totally different at the hairdresser or to dress in a completely different way. (In the end I always chicken out.) But Daniel has drily observed our whole lives are so unpredictable with the daily drama of four children, not to mention our careers not exactly being your standard 9-5 desk jobs, that we actually need all the routine and the dullness that comes with it that we can get. Of late I have been agreeing with this sentiment more and more so in the end it seems I too am a creature of habit.