Are you yawning yet?
Boring. Bo-ring. Ho Hum.
I wouldn’t have chosen that word to describe my life as of late……
Early mornings and long shifts at work. I then drive home, eat, bathe, kiss the family goodnight and go to bed. Busy enough, wouldn’t you think?
Fill that 12 hour work day with crazy clients, the odd death threat and police reports. Toss in some non-English speaking dilemmas (and I speak ONLY English) and scary night-time drives to the bank. Add to that a daily carpool run, weekly doctor’s appointments, stops at the grocery and an occasional emergency trip to the vet.
Not stimulating enough yet?
Oh and in the evenings, let’s see….. some homework supervision, the cooking of meals and the cleaning of dishes… Nightly bath routine management and 8:30pm servings of ice cream… Then there’s weekly laundry and dusting and vacuuming…. Biweekly lawn mowing and weeding and hedge trimming….. Throw in religious viewings of “Survivor”, the odd tv show/movie and a daily dose of “Will and Grace” before bed.
I’m in bed by 11pm and up before 6am. And in that time span add at least 3 trips to the potty. (Yes, I know, I drink too much tea. I’m trying to cut back. It's too invigorating. Apparently.)
Damn, I’m tired just thinking about it all. Is it bedtime yet?
Oh, and let's not forget the unexpected visitors, human and non, that occasionally appear in my yard and/or house. And the phone that NEVER stops ringing.
Is my life dull because I don’t go out and Par-tay every night? Dreary because I’m content to sit in my favorite chair every day and surf the net while my loved ones are in the next room only steps away for hugs and sweet kisses? Humdrum because I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve not slept under the same roof as my child? Lackluster because sometimes the hardest decision to make is where to go for lunch? Dull because I yearn for a little nap in a cool dark room while lying under a light soft blanket with a devoted pet at my feet?
I’ll settle for that. I love boring. Boring is good. Give me boring. Please.
I get on my knees and thank the Good Lord above that my life is so very uninspiring. I’d really hate to experience anything more stimulating. I don't think I could survive all the excitement.
"Happiness consists not in having much, but in being content with little."