A Novel Thing Called Boredom

Yesterday evening I experienced something I haven't experienced in years.  Boredom.  It was weird.  I felt like I was doing something illegal by not doing anything.

You see, I haven't worked a regular 8 to 5 schedule since January and now I am (for a few months at least).

Our house is clean, laundry done, groceries gotten, so I didn't need to do any chores.

No foster paperwork to complete or inspections to prepare for since that's all done and we are in limbo waiting for a call to schedule our home study visit.

I read two books in the past five days, which tends to happen after tax deadlines pass.  So I didn't want to read more.

Project Runway just ended and since it and So You Think You Can Dance are the only shows I watch record, I didn't have any episodes to catch up on.

I didn't want to blog.  Just wasn't feelin' it.

Trent was at church, so I couldn't hang out with him.

I was seriously at a loss, people!  I was standing aimlessly between our living room and dining room without a clue what I should do.   I felt mischievous and I felt great.  I felt deliciously unproductive for once.  There was no to-do list or agenda and I didn't go in search of one.

So you know what I did?  I flopped on the sofa and got a crick in my neck from watching two straight hours of Duck Dynasty...

Uh oh.  You know what this means?  We need some kiddos up in here, stat!