That's a phrase that David and I have used a lot on Sam since sixth grade. Everytime she would say she was bored. David asked me, in front of Sam--Katie, do you ever get bored? I really couldn't think of a time--not since I was a kid, say at a family reunion. I like them so much now, it's hard to believe I ever hated them. But Friday I was bored. I had convinced myself to get up and get dressed and get out of the house. I went to book club. Book club was NOT boring--but it was short--there were lots of questions, some suppositions, but little discussion. I felt like maybe I monopolized or discouraged the event.
Afterward, I visited with my hostess and that was not boring, but once I got the kids in the car and they started sleeping, I just didn't feel like coming home to this dark and dirty little house. Now, although my house is messy sometimes, my mood was certainly coloring the situation--just not as much as I wish it was. My house was a disaster! The last thing I wanted to do was unload the kids into it. So, I didn't. I went for a short drive and started house hunting again. I think I've found a great find and that perked me up. We've intended all along to keep this house, but we'll see. We're weighing our options between getting a house that fits us or remodeling this one over time. The cheaper option would certainly be this other home and it's new and we would never need to remodel it and we could live in it forever! That's how I felt about it.
So, I was bored--started thinking I must be a boring person--and did what I think I must always do. I gave myself an idea to start toying with. I wasn't bored for the rest of the evening--which was long, as Sam didn't get home till 10.
I crawled into bed and didn't post--but this post was in my thoughts.
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