Yesterday, I heard "I'm bored!" from my kids no less than 30 times. Actually, I could probably multiply that number by 5 and not be exaggerating. I heard it a lot. I am a little sympathetic to them. I did spend most of my day laying around coughing, sneezing, blowing my nose and generally feeling sorry for myself. I took a small break from wallowing to
kindly ask force them to do a little cleaning. Isn't it strange how when you don't feel good, your whole house seems to look as crappy as you feel. They cheerfully got to work whined and complained, but finally complied. I predict the neatness will last through this afternoon and the cleaning will have to happen again tomorrow.
I've already heard "I'm bored" and "we never get to do anything fun" around 25 times today. I can tell this is going to be a very long summer.