I was asked today why I blog? Why do I keep doing it? The answer is: because I’d be climbing the walls with boredom if I didn’t. Parenting is boring. You know you’re thinking it. I think we all know that life can get pretty mundane at home with this gig, and yeah yeah I know I should be grateful for every waking hour I get to spend with my little bas… cherubs. Don’t get me wrong, I am. But geez even the tantrums get boring. While I am always so damn busy, I can barely fit a shower in, it surprises even me that I am bored.
Today I made easter hats for all but two of my children, even that was boring, and boring hats that all looked the same was the result. While doing this I filled the slow cooker with a delicious meal, that will be predictably thrown about the room later and not eaten. Meh. Boring. School run, boring. IEP meetings, boring. Shopping for school shoes, boring. Packing lunches, boring. Taking them all the park, boring… I could go on but I think you get my drift. I’m SO bored.
Why is this? This shouldn’t be. I really should be to busy for this, boredom shouldn’t be even a blip on my radar. But it is. Is it because I’ve been out there in the world and know that there are far more interesting things I could be doing right now? I think I need a bit of a rocket to get me out of this funk. I need something else to occupy my mind?
I can’t knit, and I suck at world of warcraft – besides who has time for a hobby? I wanted to do some kind of training to expand my interests, but it seems that the responsible service of alcohol course is all that’s on around here. So I think I need a job. Now who wants to employ me? Here are my terms: I must be able to work from home, or between 10am & 2pm monday to friday, or after dark when the spouse is around. Must find my ability to talk under water an asset. Social media addictions acceptable, and free wi-fi. Totally doable right?
Seriously though, I do think I need a job. Before my brain rots away.