My days never change.

So it has struck my thoughts that when I write about what is going on with me, I am essentially saying the same things in a different form. Because my days never really change. Every day I wake up and start the same basic routine, clean the same rooms of the house, change the same number of diapers, eat at the same times, and watch the same cartoons with my girls. They are in love with the same toys and play with them every day, and we listen to the same music over and over.
In short I am amazed that I haven't stabbed my eye out with a pencil at some point.
Today the monotony of my existence was broken up by an outing with my dad. The girls and I went with him to see a movie because the local theatre has dollar days in the summer. We saw Happy Feet 2, and I'm proud to say my Monsters were fairly well behaved. They didn't get as restless as I thought they would, so they stayed in their seats reasonably long. It was a proud moment for me.
Watching this movie though was somewhat horrifying to me as I thought about all the things that children's movies contain these days. I think particularly about a movie my children love. Finding Nemo. The title alone actually drops my thoughts of colorful fish and leads them to this: This is a movie about an entire family being slaughtered, single parenthood turned nightmare as the only family members left are torn apart by a heartless fish-napping, only for dad to have to continue to be plagued by his own paranoia that the world is out to destroy him.  Poor baby gish has to learn how to grow up from a bunch of strangers, because his own father was to blind to stop sheltering him from the cruel cruel world.
It is incredibly sad when think about it, but is made ok by the happy ending that is slapped on to round off all their crazy trials and tribulations. Oh and did I mention that the baby fish is basically sworn into a cult?? Anyway. Oddly when our children see this all they think is Nemo's dad will save him! Yau happy ending.

I think children's movies have quite a dark side to them.

And now here we are at home once more, having immediately fallen right back into the routine of "Girls it is nap time, close your eyes" and "Why are you out of bed AGAIN???"
Story of my life.
I wish I could go swim across the ocean with turtles and a ditzy fish sidekick. It seems like a lot more fun than conquering nap time again. :)