Deja Vu

Do you ever feel like you are living the same week over and over and over?  And that the monotony just might be the death of you?  Well that's how I have been feeling for a while.  I wake up to the house being a stye, deal with the same temper tantrums every day, same sibling fighting, dishes, laundry, picking up toys, running errands, taking kids to lessons, helping them with homework, and after all this, I know I will do the same thing the next day.  I will never be done.  Lately it has been only sheer, hardcore will power that has propelled me on because it would just be so easy to not do any of it.  Wouldn't that be nice?  To only think about myself for a day and still have everything get done?  Sometimes I fantasize about locking myself in my room and emerging hours later having had a magic fairy completely clean the house and run my errands for me.  And then I realize how silly it is for someone my age to be daydreaming of a magic fairy.  For those of you who know me well, you are aware of my very large personal space.  My children follow me EVERYWHERE, even to the bathroom.  They don't follow Robert.  Only me.  I will often be helping one with homework, having another one crawling on my back, one playing with my hair, while directing another one on chores.  It's times like these that it takes everything in me not to revolt and throw everyone off of me and run! The other day, I thought all of their needs were taken care of so I quietly retreated to my room with a pounding headache, only to have 4 of the 5 on my bed with me 2 minutes later.  I was going to kick them all out and then found the situation slightly endearing.  I said to them, "You guys really like me, don't you?"  And they all said, "Yes!"  I hope they always like me and want to be around me.

While trying to find a quote for my last post, I ran across this one and found it to be so true.

"It is not so much the major events as the small day-to-day decisions that map the course of our living. . . Our lives are, in reality, the sum total of our seemingly unimportant decisions and of our capacity to live by those decisions." — Gordon B. Hinckley

Here are some things that make the mundane nature of my life all worth it:

*Ashton asking to go see Daddy at work.  I asked him why and he answered, "Because Daddy wuffs (loves) me!"

*Watching Hunter give karate lessons to the two youngest, complete with belt promotion ceremonies when they listened and followed his directions.

*Robert commenting on how hard I work and how thankful he is for me.

*Going to "New Beginnings" with Madison.

*Last time after I gave some of Christian's friends a ride home, I commented to Christian how they hadn't thanked me or even acknowledged that I was there.  Yesterday after driving the same friends home,  they got out and thanked me profusely for the ride.  Slightly surprised, I looked at Christian who smiled and then I realized that he had lectured his friends on treating his mom better when they wanted a ride home.

*The upcoming 4 day trip to the Oregon coast I have with Robert.  I can't wait!