Friday, September 10, 2010
You know the scenario. Your child comes up to you in a high pitched whine and proclaims their boredom status. And you, being the parent you are, tells them that you can think of plenty of things for them to do....clean their bedroom, wipe off the table, mow the lawn, etc...etc... I am ashamed to say this....but I am bored. I don't want to unpack any more boxes. I'm sick of hammering in nails and arranging pictures. There's nothing on t.v. to watch. My book is lame. What am I to do? I had all these hopes of things I would do with my free time. I was going to tackle some of those fun projects that I never had time for. Instead, I check my clock every couple minutes, looking forward to the sound of the door knob turning and the loud voices that come with it, proclaiming, "I'm bored."