Sun's up. New day. But.

Its the same day. Over and over again. I'm a stay-at-home mom. I get up, I'll have  breakfast, I'll clean up some, and decide between getting back in bed with the Kiddo or staying up and using the quiet to write a bit.

Kiddo wakes up, he has breakfast, we'll play and mess around till Dad comes home in the early afternoon (he's a teacher, so he gets home around 1). We have some family time, Dad and Kiddo take a nap, I watch an episode of some series, and then I get to dinner. 

Kiddo and Dad wakes up, we have dinner, and its back to tidying up (cause having a one year old means the house is always in a state of 'not dirty but stuff's always lying around.'

And to bed.

Wash, Rinse, Repeat.

Sigh.

I complain right now, that I want to go and work. But once I get that, I'll complain that I never have time for anything anymore. Probably.

I wish I saw the glass as half full. I wish I could just be content and stop looking at the grass on the other side.

But. Meh.