Sometimes I feel like I just get in this blah monotonous life routine. Day in. Day out. On the week days I’m not working it always seems the same.
Get up. Coffee. Get ready. Get kids ready. Put dog out. To school. Dishes. Laundry. Errands. Pick up from school. Homework. Meals. Vacuum. Pick up dog poop. Clean. Play. Baths. Reading. Bedtime. Couch. Sleep.
I think the key is recognizing the breaks in the monotony. Like Eli coming over in the midst of playing to squeeze my leg.
A kiss from Darin on his way to work. Snuggles from Evie before waking up. Flavored creamer. Giggles as the kids run around while getting their clothes on. Cuddling Leo. Blowing her kisses as she walks into school. Meeting a friend for coffee. Eli showing me his preschool artwork. Eli jumping into the laundry. Listening to Evie read. Watching Eli zoom cars on her legs. Seeing her excited when she spells her words right. Texts from friends. Eli liking the spaghetti. Singing E’s in the bath tub. All four of us in our bed reading a Bible story. Catching up with Darin after tucking them in. Taking time for me.
Trying hard not to get sucked into the day in and day out. Trying hard not to focus on the dog poop.
Trying to recognize the breaks in the routine that make each day it’s own sent from heaven day.