Killing the Whole Damn Aviary With One Stone
My daughter is so bored that the she is about to win the Nobel Prize for Boredom. She is checking her pulse periodically to make sure that she is still alive, because she cannot believe that any life can be maintained while being so devoid of anything of interest.
She tells me this often, and although it doesn't bore me, it annoys me quite a bit. Because she has a room filled with books, arts and crafts and an ipod. Seriously, what else is there? I don't want to launch into the whole "when I was your age, I had an orange, and it was my only friend and it entertained me for weeks," but I am only human and at some point I am going to snap.
Apparently, that point came after the third time she told me that she was bored, while were riding in the elevator to go to the store to get some orange juice. Probably made from a descendant of my best childhood friend, Orangy. She actually said, "there is nothing to do in the elevator." That's what I get for traveling without a Mariachi band.
So, in a moment of parental genius I told her that when we came home, she'd have to sit down and write a list of things that she could do when she is bored. This way, she'd have something to do--and when she was finished, she would have a list that she could refer to in times of boredom. And then I could take a picture of it and post in on my blog--an instant blog post! Instant boredom buster, all around. Although not necessarily for the people reading this post. Sorry.