Friday, March 19, 2010
One of the many things I did not expect when I became a mom was boredom. Don’t get me wrong, the day is certainly filled. Filled to the brim. It is a very different kind of boredom that seeps in here and there.
Allow me to explain.
Cars is playing on our TV for the effing one-thousand-millionth-billionth-kill-me-now boring-ass-time. (Right now I will apologize to my parents for all the times they sat through Annie and Grease because of me. I’m sorry.).
Before Parker, I loved spending empty moments scrapbooking, knitting, or sewing. Scrapbooking time is now a disaster (stickers + glue + scissors + 2 year old = disaster). Knitting needles resemble very tantalizing sticks that must be had NOW by said 2 year old. I have to admit, I have been able to get away with sewing. That is probably because I have told him that the needles are like “shots at the doctor’s office, so watch out!” I’m just kidding. I’m not that demented. But the more I think about it, it sounds like a good idea.
Because I cannot do some of my favorite things when I would like to without steeling myself to withstand THE FIT, I am sometimes captive to another rousing look at Cars Look & Find book or, you know, the TWO-HOUR-length Cars movie.
Even just now, I stopped writing for a little while to play with Parker and his Cars race track (while watching Cars) because I could tell he needed some attention. This was a perfect time for reflecting on what I just wrote. Please, don’t get me wrong. I love spending time with my boy. There are many times a day we have lots of fun playing and playing and playing, and, yes, watching Cars and any activity having to do with Cars. But, you know what?? It’s OK to be bored with some of it. An adult mind can play in a 2 year old world for only so long before it gets a little boring. Don’t let the NY Times tell you any different. That is why I love my friends, and writing, and wine at 5 o’clock on a Friday. A little escape. OK, my time’s up. Time to PLAY!