It's Like Being Stuck In Punxsutawney And I'm Phil

I feel like Bill Murray in the movie Groundhog Day.  I go to bed and wake to an alarm clock that seems to scream repeat of the day before...except today a little earlier..."a little" is going to be the way.

We all survived the first day of school--me included. It seems like the first day has rolled into the second day a whole lot quicker than years preceding.  Yesterday I heard rustling in my bathroom at 6am, this morning 515am.  Yippee-ya-hoo zero hour begins.  Although M has her own wheels now to drive herself and the neighbor girl to zero hour; someone still has to get up and make lunches.  I know some of you are saying pack the lunches at night.  I just can't bring myself to make a sandwich the night before and then think it has to hang around in a messenger bag all day, growing that much older and stale.  Fresh, I like the girls to have fresh soft bread.

I am told today is going to be another recess weather day sent from heaven.  Any outside temperature under 90* constitutes a Jesus loves me.  Tomorrow the weather man is predicting a visit from the devil.  Which means only one thing in my book--wearing shoes that allow my feet to breathe. I try my best to follow defy the footwear rule of "no shoes that you can wear in the shower", but sometimes it is just hard.  Last night when I went to Target to purchase more school supplies, I found a beautiful pair of flops that I cannot wear in the shower.  Beautiful golden flops bedazzled with clear jewels.  They scream I'm trying not to defy your rule [in a fashion way].  While the first several weeks of school means trying to swim to the top of a stack of work, my feet will be saying bling and aaahhh as air circulates around them.

That my friend is what makes for a tired mom with building assistant happy feet. 

Tomorrow I will wake and it will be another day in Punxsutawney.  Two down, 174 more to go.