Yes. You. You know who you are. You are stuck or something.
Because I'm on repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
See?
For example. Let's take yesterday. I vacuumed floors.
Today. I vacuumed floors.
Yesterday: I washed Elsa's nightgown.
Today: I washed Elsa's nightgown.
Yesterday: I read Goodnight Moon.
Today: I read Goodnight Moon.
Yesterday: I wiped toilets.
Today: I wiped toilets.
Are you seeing the pattern here? My days are on repeat.
But somehow, I'm just fine with all that repeating. Because it means I get to kiss the folds of little necks. Every single day. And it means I get to yell out, "Have fun at school today!" as I watch little bodies step out the door to find themselves. Every single day. And it means I get to recite Goodnight Moon for the thousandth time. And it means that I get to listen to giggles behind closed doors. Every single day.
What's going to happen when you're not stuck on repeat anymore? I'm a bit concerned. What will I do when I'm not completing the same Frozen puzzle that I completed yesterday and the day before and the day before that? Whose lunches will I pack? Who will I put princess dresses on? Whose shoes will I pick up?
So. Go ahead and stay on repeat.
That's all.
Stay stuck for now,
Jamie
