I just read a blog that describes motherhood as Groundhog Day. I think she nailed it. Don't know why it didn't occur to me before. The mind numbing every day repetition that, no matter how hard you try to tweak it, ends up the same every single day. I love that and hate that all at the same time.
And in the spirit of Groundhog Day, M woke me up again at 330 am. This time she had peed all over the bathroom floor. At least yesterday she made it onto the toilet. See? Even the kids try to tweak the daily repetition! But, in the end, the morning is the same. I'm a grouchy mom that didn't get enough sleep, trying to figure out how to make it through the day. She is blissfully asleep. Just like yesterday.