You mean Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, and Saturday?

Andrew and I are attempting to meal plan over the weekend for the following week.  We want to make sure that we are using perishable food so that nothing is wasted, and we also want to make sure that we can get everything we need for the week with only one grocery trip.  This past weekend, Andrew and I were having some trouble agreeing on things, and after we had the first two days decided, I mentioned we "only" had Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday to go.  Catherine looked at us and said, "You mean Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, and Saturday?"  Andrew and I looked at each other and we both agreed she isn't wrong.  That is pretty much what it feels like around here.  Many days, it truly doesn't matter what day of the week it is.  On weekdays I set an alarm and get the kids up at 9, so everyone is pretty much sleeping in no matter what.  Catherine has to work on some days, and Andrew and I have actually had some video meetings this week, but generally speaking, each days just runs into the next.  There have been several days this week where we just weren't sure what day it was.  I've heard some people have even said it's like the movie Groundhog Day, where every day is exactly the same.  Some days it does feel like that!