Ever get that feeling where you’re surrounded by things to do, but you’re still bored out of your skull? Yeah. That’s how I’m feeling right now. And it sucks. There’s a lot of housework that needs doing, but I can’t be bothered. I put a washing load on because I had to, but that’s all I’m doing. There are also lots of recreational things I could do, which is far more interesting than housework, but I can’t find the motivation in me to do anything. It sounds so lazy. It probably is. But I’m just so bored. It’s a miracle I’m writing this to be honest.
My husband is at work, and the kids are in bed, and now I’m alone. It’s weird because I love putting the children to bed, it’s such a relief to finally be able to relax. But now that I’ve got this empty evening stretching out before me I have no idea what to do with it.
I feel like I must be an incredibly ungrateful person. I have books I could read, I could listen to music, I could play the piano, I could watch something, I could do a crossword or a sudoku puzzle, I could call my sister for a chat, I could write something…but I’m just not feeling any of it. And I’m sitting here complaining about boredom when I have so much around me I should be grateful for. So I’m sorry if I sound a bit whiny.
Right, well this post isn’t really going anywhere, but it’s served its purpose and I’ve achieved at least one thing tonight which is better than nothing.