I've been at home full-time going on 8 years now. I have experienced many things in that time. Boredom has not been one of them. That might be a sign that I am not particularly adept at this role. Multi-tasking has never been my strong suit. I was really good at sitting down for long periods of time to work through complex problems that …
I've been at home full-time going on 8 years now. I have experienced many things in that time. Boredom has not been one of them. That might be a sign that I am not particularly adept at this role. Multi-tasking has never been my strong suit. I was really good at sitting down for long periods of time to work through complex problems that required a high degree of focus and concentration. Raising children and managing a household is nothing like that, and so, for better or worse, it always feels like there is something else that could use my attention that I'm not addressing adequately.
I remember the feeling of boredom as a child. I can't recall ever encountering that feeling as an adult. Occasionally I will catch myself "doom-scrolling" through twitter or revisiting websites that I know won't have anything new on them, and while that seems like a similar behavior to flipping through the same 3 or 4 channels as a kid on a Sunday afternoon, desperately hoping for a fluke cartoon to appear, the felt experience is not similar. As a kid, boredom felt like something was wrong with the world; as an adult, if the same behaviors emerge, it feels like there is something wrong with me--I'm keenly aware that I'm deliberately avoiding the world. The cure for that is simple: just start paying attention. I might not like what I find, but it won't be boring.
I've been at home full-time going on 8 years now. I have experienced many things in that time. Boredom has not been one of them. That might be a sign that I am not particularly adept at this role. Multi-tasking has never been my strong suit. I was really good at sitting down for long periods of time to work through complex problems that required a high degree of focus and concentration. Raising children and managing a household is nothing like that, and so, for better or worse, it always feels like there is something else that could use my attention that I'm not addressing adequately.
I remember the feeling of boredom as a child. I can't recall ever encountering that feeling as an adult. Occasionally I will catch myself "doom-scrolling" through twitter or revisiting websites that I know won't have anything new on them, and while that seems like a similar behavior to flipping through the same 3 or 4 channels as a kid on a Sunday afternoon, desperately hoping for a fluke cartoon to appear, the felt experience is not similar. As a kid, boredom felt like something was wrong with the world; as an adult, if the same behaviors emerge, it feels like there is something wrong with me--I'm keenly aware that I'm deliberately avoiding the world. The cure for that is simple: just start paying attention. I might not like what I find, but it won't be boring.