Don't spoil your dinner

I've been told more than once that I am like a cat.

I see it. I know what they mean. There are quite a few things about me that are cat-like, but a couple of my characteristics are routines and schedules.

I used to be much more into them than I am now, but I still love a routine.

I have this schedule in my head, and I don't know where it came from, but I need to stick to it in order to feel normal. Breakfast at 9 a.m., lunch at 12:30 or 1, afternoon snack at 4 p.m. and dinner at 6 or 6:30. (Although in the summer the dinner usually happens closer to 7 p.m.)

So when my day gets started late, and breakfast is consumed close to time for lunch, and lunch gets pushed late, to like, almost 3 p.m., and then the afternoon snack which is supposed to be at 4 gets  pushed to, say, 5:30 and then I'm not hungry for dinner at 6, but that's when I'm supposed to eat dinner, I get a little out of sorts.

I hate to not eat the snack, because I really NEED the snack. It's what gets me through 'til dinner. But then I'm not hungry for dinner, and neither is Sean, because he can literally eat a couple of bites of something and not be hungry for hours.

And that is what is happening right now. And now I'm waiting to fix dinner so Sean will eat, but I feel like I need just a little something.

This whole day has been weird. At about noon I just threw in the towel and embraced the fact that this was going to be a throw away day. The only saving grace was Sean's math teacher, who managed to get him through several math operations today, including some algebra and fractions.