~Arthur Schopenhauer~
"I'm Bored, I'm bored, I'm bored" Sung in a kinda sing-songy voice while danced in a kinda flip-flopy way. Wish I could blame it on the kid. She's not the one singing and dancing. Um, that would be me.
Let me say here that I have A LOT to do. I simply don't want to do it. I'm in one of those "I'm bored, I'm bored, I'm bored" kinda moods. I have a list to post, laundry to do, grocery shopping to do, a bathroom to clean, and 1,400 sf of flooring to sweep, mop and vacuum but here I am, dancing around my living room singing "I'm bored, I'm bored, I'm bored".
SOMETHING has got to get me up at att'em, Seriously. I have to be at church with the other mother at 5PM tonight and all I've managed to get done is my grocery list and my morning prayers. *sighs* Sometimes being cursed with the "Peter Pan" syndrome really sucks. SOMEONE needs to be the adult up in this place.
*wiggles toes, pokes the hamster, tweeks the Pixie and sings* "I'm bored, I'm bored, I'm bored"
Today I'm grateful for:
boredom. If I have the ability to be bored, I am spoiled.
coffee. I've had 3 cups so far. I may be bored but at least I'm not sleepy.
lists. I have a list of things to do today. At least I know what to avoid.
one less day till our return to paradise.
Monday Minute 5 questions. It opened a dialog between the Pixie and I. That was a wonderful gift and when she answered the bonus question my heart sang. Thank you Ian. I owe you one.
checking things off one list while working on another. I present my "things to do list" for today.
PS: I'm still bored though I now lack the energy to sing and dance about it
church with the other mother tonight.
clean hamsters. Even if they are now a wet pile of fluff nesting on my couch.
my church. Because of them I feel safe and confident enough to go to church with my other mother. In the past I'd have been to fearful of my own behavior. *Whispers* thank you Pastor Ken
lunch. All that dust bunny carnage made me hungry. Mmmmm peanut butter on wheat bread w/ a small side order of chips. OK, large...
a loopy Pixie. It made a sick Pixie happy. When I moved the couch (with her in it) to raid the dust bunny compound, she went "Weeeeeeee" so I know she is loopy on Sudafed. Remembering how fun that was, I pushed her around the living room. she now thinks I rock.
being less bored. Odd that a day of being productive and playing with a loopy Pixie can cure boredom eh?
dust bunny carnage. I did it. I killed them. With malice and for site. Gleefully. And you know what? I'm not sorry either.
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