Mom, I'm Bored
My older kids know better than to say those three words to me. What followed when they did in the past was hours of separating and going through the hundreds of markers in the art box while testing each one for quality, random yard work and dresser/closet organizing, to name a few.
My little guy has yet to learn to know better in this situation and on this particular morning, after saying only good morning, he turned to me and said "Mom, I'm bored, what could I do?" Keep in mind that the kid had not fully opened his eyes and was walking while stretching when this was uttered. I suggested that he have some breakfast and then help me water the houseplants. "No, thanks." he said at the end of a massive yawn. "That's boring."
How about coloring? Why not make mommy a new picture for the fridge? "That's what I did yesterday, boooooring."
A friend suggested I run to a local craft store and buy some projects to keep him busy. Half an hour later we were back at home with three different over-priced project kits of his and his equally bored sister's choosing.
I ushered them down to the basement and set up shop at the bar as to save my kitchen from impending craft shrapnel. The two crafty kids breezed through the kits and were back upstairs before an hour had passed asking what else I had to entertain them with.
Correct me if I am wrong, but I do not recall my own mother driving me to craft shops to buy things to entertain me. I remember making music with blades of grass and raisin boxes. I recall summers spent jumping rope, playing running bases and hopscotch ALL DAY LONG only breaking for meals and Popsicle. No one handed me pouches of 100% juice when I got thirsty, there was a hose in the yard.Continued on the next page