Groundhog Day

WARNING: Most people read my posts for the humor, or at least daily dose of sarcasm, but this one has a much different feel.

Last night, we got into bed and Chris mentioned that he's beginning to feel like Bill Murray in Groundhog Day. Every night he crawls into bed, only to have the alarm go off at 5 AM -- each day a repeat of the one before. Alarm, shower, drive, work, soccer, eat, bed, alarm, shower, drive, work, soccer, eat, bed, alarm, shower... We've been sooooo busy with work, doctors and other misc. baby prep that the dogs are beginning to bark at us when we come in the door -- "Hey! Who are you?!!? Do you belong here? Oh, you're going to feed me... ok. You can stay. But I'm not going to be happy about it (dramatic sigh)"

Baby's not even here yet and Marley and Simon are already starting to get the shaft. I really feel badly. Marley has been there for us with licks and cuddles for almost 10 years now -- and all the sudden we're living like overnight guests in his house. And, Simon... he's about one Groundhog Day away from eating the couch in retaliation. Seriously, those of you who know him, or have heard tales of his rap sheet of destruction, know that Simon does not adapt well to being ignored.

I've decided that we need to take more time to pet and cuddle the four-legged, furry kids before Baby G arrives and shakes up their world even more. The boys have been too good to us not to get the attention they deserve -- and priorities change TODAY!