Groundhog Day

You know the movie Groundhog Day where Bill Murray spends years stuck on the same day? Well throughout the movie, you see him go through phases of accepting his recurring day. There is a scene where he and his love-interest are tossing cards into a hat and she says, "It would take me a year to get good at this" and he replies "No, six months, four to five hours a day, and you'd be an expert." His response implies that there was a phase in the repeating day where he didn't feel like there was a point doing anything anymore, so he passed the time tossing cards into a hat. That felt very familiar. Being a stay-at-home momma kind of feels like Groundhog Day. There is always something to do, and my days are full, but everything I do gets undone the next day, as if it never happened. So I have card-tossing days where I don't really want to do anything because everything will be the same tomorrow. But it occurred to me that if everyday is the same, then everyday gives me the same opportunity to become really good at this mom thing. So here's to the same day tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day, and pretty soon, I'll be an expert. And who wouldn't want to spend everyday with this face?