Second verse, same as the first.

Routine.
I despise my night time routine. I rush through it so I can get it done, and let's be honest, flossing is not something that should be rushed.
Side note: I do love flossing. I find it extremely productive and satisfying. Sometimes in the summer, I eat corn on the cob, just so I can floss after. And afterwards I smile at myself in the mirror to make sure I haven't left anything behind. And let's face it, smiling at yourself is kind of nice.
Anyways, I have my morning and night routines. It's boring, repetitive, predictable and I despise it. And yet I cannot deviate from it. I'm so organized in the morning that I can shower, feed the fur child, make my tuna sandwich(it's always tuna) boil water for my oatmeal(it's always oatmeal) all in a half hour. I have ten minutes to eat then I'll start on my hair, get dressed and I am out the door. The day takes me where it takes me and then I am home to eat dinner and start the night routine.
I live alone so I have to do my dishes. No one else is gonna do em! But it takes me about an hour and a half to work up to it and takes me 5 minutes to get them done. The beauty of procrastination. Then, to cut down time in the morning I set out my apple, banana, and granola bar, program the coffee maker to start at 6am and set aside scrubs for work and whatever clothing items I may need.
Then it's bedtime. Contacts out, eye drops in, brush hair, floss teeth, brush teeth, wash face, moisturize and off to my favorite part of every day- back into bed. It's the same ritual I've had for 29 yrs, I execute it with military precision and I have kind of started to resent it. It's like a relationship that's gone on too long but neither of you are going to say anything about it.