The More things Change, the More they Remain the Same.

In 2010, my son was a little under 2.  I found this on my Timehop from 6 years ago today.


He’s rocked to sleep.  

I put dishes away on tiptoes.  

Let sleeping bears lie.

I do much the same thing now, but it’s usually after 8 pm that I am putting the dishes away on tiptoes.

Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose

(That’s French for “The more things change, the more it’s the same thing.”)

or the slightly more prosaic:

Same Shit.  Different Day.

The point being that there are always dishes to be put away, fish to feed, laundry to be folded, milk to buy, teeth to brush, et cetera et cetera et cetera.

I could win the lottery tonight (yes, I bought a ticket, even though it’s basically throwing a dollar into a deep hole from which I will never find it)  But even if lighting struck me 3 times, I’d still have a bunch of stuff to do that I’d be avoiding doing.

Occasionally all of the chores of living are overwhelming, but I need to take a deep breath and realize there is nothing I can do about it, and accept it.  Get a little Zen about it.

And let the sleeping bear lie.