I'm afraid I find myself scrambling this morning to come up with something interesting to post. If I didn't know better, I'd think my life must be somewhat boring. It's interesting I would use that word, as it is not allowed in my house. When my children are hit with temporary amnesia regarding it's use, I refresh their mind by coming up with assorted odd jobs that are guaranteed to cure boredom;) I couple this with my oft repeated stories of what I myself did during long summer days to keep from being you know what. Now that I think of it, I haven't heard that word out of my children's mouths for atleast a month:)
I find that I thrive on... lack of excitement. Which I suppose is what causes people to be, well, bored. Not to say that I don't like a little bit of excitement; if you were to check my blog on any special day or holiday, you would see that I love a celebration.
But the truth is, life is somewhat mundane; especially if you're a stay-at-home-mom. It's doing the same thing day after day. Hopefully, you throw in a little variety from time to time to spice things up. But washing dishes, doing laundry, scrubbing toilets, refereeing disagreements, changing diapers (I'm presently by-passing this one) ... are somewhat lacking in excitement.
I cannot tell you how many women tell me that they couldn't handle being home all day. This is by no means a condemnation of those who are not stay-at-home moms. I personally feel it is not my responsibility to set people straight on that issue. Rather, it's more of a wondering of what they are thinking when they make that statement. Do they think I myself have been endowed with supernatural powers of patience and forbearance? That I never feel that need to go into the nearest bathroom, lock the door, and scream??? Not that I really would do that, I just feel like it sometimes;)
The truth is, I stay home because I simply couldn't handle missing out on all those mundane things (atleast the child-related ones:). While I have those days that stretch the limits of my sanity, they are definitely out-numbered by those moments of simple enjoyment that are caused by everyday occurences: hearing my daughter sing at the top of her lungs as she swings in the back yard, watching (with trepidation) as my middle son climbs a ladder set against the big cherry tree, hearing the latest statistics (on just about anything) from my eldest son as I fold another pile of laundry.
None of these are extraordinary by any means; but they are moments that can never be retrieved. Moments I simply wouldn't want to miss.