Every Day is Groundhog Day

Every day. Every day I drink Diet Coke on ice. Every day I tell someone to stop looking at their sibling. Every day I pick up clothes off the floor and hang-up damp bath towels. Every day. Every day I make breakfast to order for 5 kids. Every day I tell the Middle to stop kicking random toys around the house. Every day. I empty and fill the dishwasher. Every day. Every day I wait for the standard soft kisses from the twinnies at naptime and bedtime (mouth, nose, head, each cheek, each eye...) Every day. Every day I hound my Cub Scout to work on his assignments. Every day I "watch" the news on my Ipod at bedtime. Every day. Every day I pour half apple juice/half water cocktails for Frick & Frack. Every day I rotate laundry. I don't do it. I just rotate it. Every day. Every day I marvel at my children's sheer brilliance. Every day I shuffle to and fro to the bus stop with the wee-est ones either running too fast or trailing behind to see off the Bigs. Every day. Every day I tell my older daughter, the one who is so smart and pretty to slow down, no REALLY slow down. Every day I ask the hubby how his day was. Every day he tells me something along the lines of "fine". Every day. Every day I watch Yo Gabba Gabba. Every day I look at football cards with my Biggest. Every Day I hear the constant drone of, "I Want You." Every Day. Every Day I heavy sigh the pure exhaustion and repetition that is my life. Every day I am thankful for my happy little family.

Every Day.


Some fun scrappiness just for the folks at Scrapbook Express...

These last ones are just for little old me...