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It took me a little while to come to the conclusion that it was okay to be bored as a mom. That I didn’t have to enjoy every single freaking moment of every single freaking day that I am with my baby.
Don’t get me wrong; I love my kid. But she just doesn’t quite cut it for me on the human interaction I need as an adult. Which is, well, um, duh, and, also, totally fine!
At first, I thought this was something I needed to fix. That I needed to be interacting with E on a daily basis in a way that was entertaining and educational.
The problem is, not everything a baby does is entertaining. They do A LOT of entertaining things, but when you are with them the 10-ish (or however many) hours they are awake—PRESENT with them for that long—there are going to be times when you get bored AF.
And that is totally okay. No need to feel guilty. We already feel mom-guilt (see that post here) about enough unecessary shit. Damn hard wiring that is motherhood.
Mom-ing is boring AF sometimes…and that’s okay.
When we read the same book for the millionth time…that is boring AF
When we play with blocks for more then 5 minutes…that is boring AF
When E pulls apart every lego thing you build and doesn’t build any of her own (probably because she can’t)…that is boring AF.
No, I do not find throwing things off the shelves entertaining. Especially since I’ll be the one cleaning that shit up.
I could go oooooonnn…
There is Pinterest, but…
I mean, I could look up things to do that keep kids entertained. But that would require actual usage of my sluggish brain. And then I’d get lost down the rabbit hole that is Pinterest. Trying to find a game or activity that I have all of the “ingredients” for. Getting frustrated when I can’t find the perfect combo of fun-for-mom and have-all-the-things.
I’m sure they’re out there. I just don’t have the “want-to” to look them up.
So today, I pulled out my mixing bowls and a spoon and E was entertained for approximately 2 minutes and 23 seconds. Hardly enough time to finish the dishes.
And I cut up a bunch of olives and put them on the floor for her to eat while I prepped dinner. That kept her attention for about 1 minute and 45 seconds.
My dishes weren’t done, the food was half prepped and my floor was a mess of olives and mixing bowls, and Evie was still in my arms by the end of it.
Putting her in a carrier doesn’t work these days. That is waaay to boring for an almost-1-year-old. I can just about get away with it for the hour-long work out class I attend, but only because I’m bouncing around and there are other kids to watch.
Sometimes I get bored taking care of my kid…and. that’s. okay.
So yes. I get freaking bored, and I don’t always want to do entertaining activities. Half the time it’s a ton of work for 0 minutes of serenity.
I’m sure there are moms out there who have this all figured out and are super organized with crafts and sensory bins and all that good stuff. And maybe one day I’ll get into that. Maybe some of that.
But for now, I let her play independently and come play with her when she needs the attention. And yes, I get bored AF. And that’s okay. Because I’m still being a good parent and teaching E things. And feeding her and cleaning her and all that good shit.
And I’m not always bored. But sometimes I am. And that’s okay.