Looking back, I think much of the angst I experienced when I was younger was a product of boredom. Not that busywork cures boredom — more like the more you try to accomplish, the more you want to accomplish, and before you know it, you’re too focused on what you want to achieve next to be bored.
Or maybe that’s just me.
And of course nothing fills your days like being a parent. I set out immediately after work the other day to do a little early Christmas shopping for Thing One, because I can’t very well shop when she’s with me (and she is always with me). So I snarfed down a bowl of cereal at 3 to tide me over, dashed into Cordova, shopped Michael’s and Target, then zipped home ahead of the storm. Hugged my babies, fed Kai, showed off the non-gift purchases I made, ate a little dinner, showered, and went to bed.
Today will likely be more of the same, only with added guilt because Mimi and Kai will be going with me.
So between the must-do list and the want-to-do list, I am rarely bored. And I am still not doing everything on the want-to-do list. Currently falling through the cracks are my daily yoga and meditation sessions. I’ve been too tired to get up and do yoga, and haven’t had time to sit still long enough to meditate.
The funny part is that after I returned home last night, my daughter complained “Where’d you go, Mommy? I missed you. I was so bored.”
I’m actually kind of jealous of her boredom.