Really, what's the point??

I feel like the movie "Groundhog Day " is my life. I am starting to wonder why I even bother. It's the same thing daily. Wake up, clean, they mess it up, clean it up again, they nap, they get up, they mess it up, they nap, clean it up, they get up and make a mess again, clean it up. As I sit here typing, I should be tackling the following:






When Robert wants to drop something, he looks at you with a great big smile. Then he holds out the other hand behind his back and lets it drop. Noah, on the other hand, decided to work like windshield wipers and just plowed his food off his tray. I am guessing that green beans aren't his favorite. What do you think?