It's Friday. And I'm bored. I spent most of the week at home recovering from "the sickness". I didn't go and see my friends this week because nobody likes it when you give them the gift of the flu. I've ventured outside (thanks to Advil Cold & Sinus) only to work and to buy groceries. We have no plans for the weekend, as what we had planned has been postponed indefinitely. So, here I sit, bored.
I haven't gotten any mail this week. UPS didn't stop and deliver any packages to me, although I wasn't expecting any. I've checked my e-mail more times than I care to admit. I've logged countless hours on the Internet. I've entered more than 20 contests. And entered. And entered. I've changed too many diapers to count. I've prepared meal after meal after meal and cleaned up after all of them. I've prevented the boys from touching the TV. I've driven the bus up and down the same roads that I normally drive them down. I've run a few yellow lights, but only a few. I've endured the daily antics of 70 overexcited children. I've cleaned the house. I've soaked in the tub for more than an hour. I've read my book and the latest copy of "In Touch". I cheered when Danny Goakey got through to the Top 12 on "American Idol". I cringed when the girls had to eat random cow parts on "Hell's Kitchen". I've watched reality TV and game shows. I've had a few glasses of wine (but not today). I've talked on the phone and messaged on MSN. I put out the garbage and the recycling on garbage day. I've blogged on both of my blogs. I've cuddled with my hubby. I've read the newspaper and looked at the flyers. I've posted on message boards. I've read other people's blogs. I've wiped runny noses and I've taken more Advil than I care to admit to. I've checked homework before it was handed in. I've watched Treehouse TV and played with my sons. I've wiped marker off of the walls and Kraft Dinner off of the floor. I splurged a little at the grocery store and I checked out Amazon.ca. I've e-mailed. I've paid bills online and frowned as the money disappeared out of my account. I've cleaned up toys and shampooed little boys hair and thought of creative ways to use the letter 'J".
Yet, for all intents and purposes, I am still bored.