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.
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I think about this fairly often, how I like my life boring. Oops, there's the word!
Excitement comes in too many bad ways. Finding Sarah Beth in my lipstick or with a handful of razers. Daniel not sleeping through the night. I like John "boring," too; he comes straight home from work every night and always calls to let me know when.
The excitement I have now with Daniel not taking a bottle is tooooo much!
I have already decided that when my children complain of being bored, I will find them something to do. That was a nice thing about living on the farm; there are lots and lots of disagreeable chores that need to be done! Hee hee! Too bad we sold it.
Speaking of days that push us moms to our limit, I taught my kids to scream into a pillow the other day. Maybe I should try it sometime.
Girls night really helps when I have these type of days. A bit of a break is always a good thing, if you ask me! :)
PS - I forgot to throw out a thanks for stopping by my little home on the internet.
I figure you could use spices to taste instead of the dry italian dressing mix for the crockpot alfredo from my blog. If you try it, let me know how it works for ya! Hope you're able to stop in for a visit often!
Thanks for stopping by Jen:)
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