Groundhog Day

I know I'm not a celebrity. In fact, I'm fairly anonymous, even in my own community. But for some completely absurd reason, I relate my life to movies. I've mentioned that I sometimes feel like I live on the set of The Truman Show. But lately (ok, for a while now), my life has taken on qualities more attributed to the movie Groundhog Day. (And before I get all sorts of FYI emails, yes, I know that Groundhog Day - the holiday - was last week. That, however, is irrelevant to this blog post.)

For the past few months this has been my routine: Wake up to see if it's snowing. Often times, it is snowing--go figure, I live in the mountains of Utah... The kids leave for school, I do laundry, I cook, I clean, the kids come home. We eat, do homework (maybe), make a mess with toys and books, eat again, do the dishes, get the kids is jammies, put everyone in bed, give thanks that I've survived another day.

I recently (read: this is my first day back among the living) took a 10 day hiatus while I was sick. You'd think things would change after more than a week off. Maybe nothing big, but some sort of recognizable alteration of the routine... But, no. This morning I got up, checked the snow. Gave thanks for the snow plow driver, got the kids out the door, started the laundry, baked some cupcakes, picked up yesterday's toys, and in almost exactly two hours, I'll be picking the kids up from the bus stop. From that point, I expect to fix lunch, help with homework, let the kids play, make dinner, do dishes, get everyone in jammies, and put them to bed. At the end, I'll give thanks (if I survive)...

I don't know, you tell me... Does this sound like the premise of Groundhog Day to anyone else?