(Can I just say that out loud and get it over with?)
I’m dreading this week, not because there’s anything special going on, but because this week looks a lot like last week, which looks a lot like the week before that.
I get up, drink coffee, pack lunches, make breakfast, walk the kids to school, clean up, entertain the toddler, clean up some more, fix more food, throw in a load of laundry, and on and on it goes,
It’s not like I don’t see the importance of it all, I do. That’s why I’m doing it. But honestly? I’m bored.