Have you ever

Have you ever been so bored that you thought about picking your nose just so you had something to do?

Me neither, but I was this close ( ______) to doing it.

Let me first give you the excuse for my... for lack of a better word, laziness. As you know the flu has been going through my family like shared chocolate so I spend most of the day lugging around the man child. He is not the kind of child that will sit and watch a movie or lay quietly in his bed, but rather a follow Mommy and whine type.

So today not only was I feeling drained but I also felt slightly off. Oh dear! Am I hungry or is my stomach beginning to show signs of illness. I was just sick so I couldn’t be coming down with the flu again right? RIGHT??? (insert stressed face)

I decided that the best thing for me to do was to camp out on the couch and think of nothing stressful. I held still, thought happy thoughts and hummed things like, bright paper packages tied up in string and snow flakes that land on my nose and eyelashes. But I found it hard to focus and the children kept interrupting me.

Well, I got bored thinking about things not to do. I thought about not doing the laundry, or not doing the dishes, of not sending out bills. In fact, I was thinking of not doing anything productive.

It felt weird.

I just couldn't find the rhythm or the groove of boredom. I remember this feeling from my teenage years (I mean, to be honest I was never truly bored because only boring people are bored.) but I must have forgotten about the numbness it caused on my bottom right cheek or the steady ticking in my eye.

After much coaxing and 4 pick me up, pre-game coaching speeches and cheers I did something productive and useful. We all got our toes and finger nails painted. Even the man child participated.