Really. I am. I HATE when my kids say this to me, but here I am. Bored completely out of my mind. And, unlike my kids, I would be totally happy to sit on my floor and play jacks for hours on end or to go sit in the treehouse (with a lot of bug spray) and read the day away. But … no. I get to keep doing the dishes, the laundry, making the meals, doing more dishes, you get it. My life by no means sucks, but sometimes, I hit a wall and am completely stifled by boredom.
I am a person who needs to be doing something with a purpose. Lately, unless clean underpants for the gang counts as a purpose, I’m lost. I feel like I should say that I am grateful to be able to be home with my kids. I am grateful, but it’s not a gift I received. Mike and I work very hard for me to be able to be home and so that we can live on one salary. I know everyone isn’t in that situation, but, for us, it’s worked out. Now, let’s get back to me, me, me.
So about me … what to do with myself? Normally, this time of year I’d be planning homeschool stuff and poring over the various catalogs. This year, eh. I know what works for us, I have most of it. Danny will be dual-enrolling at the local community college (Calculus and Physics), Ian and Tim will be tortured for another year of more-of-the-same. Andy? He’s so easy, it’s scary. So, homeschooling planning isn’t really my thing this year.
This afternoon, I turned off the tv and deleted a bunch of my “quick” links on the computer. Me and 24-hour news is not a good combination. But, honestly, what the hell is going on in our country? I get having nothing and being poor, but this approach of penalizing anyone with anything makes no sense to me. I liked this letter that I heard about on another blog. This woman articulates everything I’ve been thinking. But, enough is enough. I cannot watch this stuff all day and all night. I freak out when one of the kids doesn’t own up to the dirty towel on the floor – you can imagine my reaction to our government lately. In a fit of activity, I actually unenrolled myself from any established party on my voter card. I despise them all equally.
Oh, right, back to me finding something to do with myself … you can see how me not having something specific to do could get ugly . . .
Anyone interested in a “novel” challenge – 50,000 words from July 1 to August 31? We can work out the details if there is interest. Or, is anyone interested in my coming and repainting your whole house (my color choices)? Or send me a puppy? Something … I need something to do that isn’t dishes or laundry or cleaning or managing teenaged boys. Did I mention it should be a free something? Free is good.