April 6, 2012 by Marj Hatzell
I often joke that my life may be hectic and chaotic and sleep-deprived and hella stressful but at least I’m never bored, right?
I mean, I’d pay money to be bored. I do pay money to be bored, two weekends a year. When my sibs take over for 72 hours and give us a break. Then we go someplace kinda boring and sleep and eat and sleep and eat and then sleep some more. And then there’s some WINK, WINK, NUDGE, NUDGE. But you get the picture.
I’m rarely, if ever, bored. I can’t think of the last time I was bored. I mean, I can’t even go into the bathroom and be bored, I have to leave the door open to make sure it doesn’t get a Sh*t Ton more exciting while I’m in there, yo.
Let’s examine the definition of boring (bore):
dullness, tedious repetition
Nope. And Nope.
Never dull. Dull would be like NOT EXCITING. And it’s exciting around here alright. I mean, eight or so ER visits in one year, stacks of paperwork, constant house repairs, dogs and kids up to my eyeballs, cleaning poo and pee from carpets and furniture and walls, hyper vigilance, elopement…never a dull moment.
Sounds like a party, eh?
I mean, where else could you watch Thomas all night long or spend 35 minutes scrubbing motor oil off of your child’s skin? NOWHERE ELSE. It’s like Disney! Without the scary stuffed costumed people and light parade and…ok, it’s nothing like Disney.
But I’m absosmurfly never bored.
And I’d pay money to become so.