I wake up, pump, eat breakfast, greet the nanny, dress and feed the kids, do some work, pump some more, feed the kids again, play with Harmon before he goes down for a nap, do some more work or just fiddle on the computer, play with the twins, feed the twins, pump, play with Harmon, and than Dad gets home. I do this every single week day. Very little changes. I feel like Bill Murry.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Groundhog Day...
Recently I asked a close friend how her job was going and she exclaimed it was like "Groundhog Day" the movie. Today it dawned on me, my life is Groundhog day.
I wake up, pump, eat breakfast, greet the nanny, dress and feed the kids, do some work, pump some more, feed the kids again, play with Harmon before he goes down for a nap, do some more work or just fiddle on the computer, play with the twins, feed the twins, pump, play with Harmon, and than Dad gets home. I do this every single week day. Very little changes. I feel like Bill Murry.
I wake up, pump, eat breakfast, greet the nanny, dress and feed the kids, do some work, pump some more, feed the kids again, play with Harmon before he goes down for a nap, do some more work or just fiddle on the computer, play with the twins, feed the twins, pump, play with Harmon, and than Dad gets home. I do this every single week day. Very little changes. I feel like Bill Murry.
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Monday, November 30, 2009
Groundhog Day...
Recently I asked a close friend how her job was going and she exclaimed it was like "Groundhog Day" the movie. Today it dawned on me, my life is Groundhog day.
I wake up, pump, eat breakfast, greet the nanny, dress and feed the kids, do some work, pump some more, feed the kids again, play with Harmon before he goes down for a nap, do some more work or just fiddle on the computer, play with the twins, feed the twins, pump, play with Harmon, and than Dad gets home. I do this every single week day. Very little changes. I feel like Bill Murry.
I wake up, pump, eat breakfast, greet the nanny, dress and feed the kids, do some work, pump some more, feed the kids again, play with Harmon before he goes down for a nap, do some more work or just fiddle on the computer, play with the twins, feed the twins, pump, play with Harmon, and than Dad gets home. I do this every single week day. Very little changes. I feel like Bill Murry.
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so funny. I think most sahm feel that way. But the fact that you have a nanny makes me ever so slightly jealous and wicked. See, I may or may not be coveting your Nanny right now! It will make more sense if you read my post of frustration right now. But the again, you may deserve her more than I do.
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so funny. I think most sahm feel that way. But the fact that you have a nanny makes me ever so slightly jealous and wicked. See, I may or may not be coveting your Nanny right now! It will make more sense if you read my post of frustration right now. But the again, you may deserve her more than I do.
ReplyDeleteawwww I feel that way too! especially with the pumping!
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