It was 9:30 pm. The kid was asleep in bed, Chris was downstairs watching a movie with his uncle, and I was bored out of my mind. What is this? Free time? A few minutes alone, not tethered to a child? No dishes to wash? No floors to vacuum? I don’t know what to do with myself. [eh, full disclosure: there are always dishes to wash and floors to vacuum..but decided that I’d much rather be bored than do them. :) ]
Clearly the independent, self-sufficient only-child within has been repressed for the past six months and needs a little practice at keeping oneself occupied.
