Telling Time

Ever since Will was born, it seems like time has kind of stood still.  Yes, the days still pass by as quickly as ever but it seems as if we do much of the same thing every day.  There are a few playdates and trips outside of the house mixed in here and there, but for the most part we have a fairly consistent daily routine.  This routine can seem monotonous and I've quickly found myself completely out of touch with what day it actually is.  I can easily tell you Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday or Friday.  Those are easy because Mondays and Tuesdays are usually bad days because Emme is adjusting to Daddy not being home.  Wednesdays are a little better.  Thursdays are even better because Mommy knows that she only has to survive one more day and Fridays are the best of all.  :)

The hard part is figuring out the actual numerical date.  It is hilarious to me that I find it so difficult to nail down the actual date.  In my old life pre-kids, I thrived on the corporate world.  I loved it and carried around a calendar nearly every minute of the day.  Tonight, I was out on the porch with Carlton having one of our grandious discussions about life when I realized that I couldn't even tell him today's date, much less what I thought I would be doing in five or ten years.  This really bothered me and I found myself thinking out loud trying to figure out the date.  Here's how that thought process went...

--The last gallon of milk I bought for Emme had an expiration date of Aug. 18.
--I bought it because the other gallon of milk in the fridge had an expiration date of Aug. 9.
--It must be somewhere between August 9 and August 18.  
--CRAP.  I don't have a clue what day it is between the 9th and the 18th.
--I'll just guess and say it's the.....13th!  Surely, it must be August 13th.

Three years ago when I was still in the midst of my "old" life, I would have been shocked to see what I was like today.  I would have never guessed that I would be 32, with two kids and staying home full time.  I never thought I had it in me, but guess what!?!  Evidently I do and evidently I'm loving it enough to not even care to look at the calendar!  Each day is a treasure and I pray that I can continue living joyously in all the days between those milk expiration dates!

Tell me I'm not the only date challenged one around here?  Do your days sometimes feel like groundhog days?  I'm sure whether you stay at home or work outside of the home, we all have those moments when we feel like we're just doing the same things over and over again....