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Backstory:

I wrote this one as an affirmation to how important "ordinary days" are in our busy get-er-done lives.                                                                              

Lyrics:

                                                  
Children gigglin' half awake, spillin' milk and frosted flakes - on the floor 
Every day's the same routine, washin' faces brushin' teeth - then out the door
The noise of young'uns runnin' round
How I've come to love that sound

 		It's just an ordinary day
 		Another link in my life's chain
 		Each mornin' turns a page
 		For twenty-four more of the same
 		I'm thankful for each ordinary day

Saturdays they play non-stop, with the neighbor kids on our block - till after dark
Sundays we go for a drive, half the time we're tryin' to pry - kids apart
The noise of young'uns fussin' loud
The day'll come I miss that sound

 		It's just an ordinary day
 		I'm overworked and underpaid
 		But if you'd ask me what I'd change
 		I'd say how fast they get away
 		I'm thankful for each ordinary day

 		Birthdays, PTA, ballgames are wearin' us out
 		But someday we'll appreciate 'em - even more than now

 		It's just an ordinary day
 		Another link in my life's chain
 		Each mornin' turns a page
 		For twenty-four more of the same

 		It's just an ordinary day
 		I'm overworked and underpaid
 		But if you'd ask me what I'd change
 		I'd say how fast they get away
 		I'm thankful for each ordinary day
 		So thankful for each ordinary day

Children gigglin' half awake, spillin' milk and frosted flakes - thank the Lord