We have had our house on the market for 4 months now. And for four months I have been reliving the same day over and over again, just like the movie "Groundhog Day"
Every day I wake up, get the kids off to school, make my list of things that need to get done. Then the phone rings. My heart drops. It's a realtor. (yippee) They want to know if they can come over with a client to see the house. (I look around at the morning mess) 
"Sure" I say. Looking just like Bill Murray in this picture. Then I hang up the phone and run around the house like mad stashing stuff anywhere that it can't be seen. The next part of the day is spent finding stashed bills and laundry. Then the kids come home from school. Homework. Dinner. Bedtime. Start over.
The only thing I can't do in this cycle of reliving the same day is this...
That would be awesome. I would totally know what it feels like to be Ray. Eating anything without a sign of it on my body. Lucky, Lucky...