Saturday, May 2, 2020Day Forty-Seven
(No fourteen-year olds were allowed to drive, but YOU GUYS, I HAD MY LICENSE WHEN I WAS HER AGE. How was that a good idea?)
Day Forty-Six
The words, "I'm bored," are EXTREMELY dangerous in this house. I'm a definite believer in the theory that if you're bored, you're boring, so GO CLEAN SOME TOILETS OR SOMETHING. It's not a joke; Alexis can tell you about the last time she said the words out loud and it was not a fun day.
It was six years ago, by the way. I have a way of making sure a toilet brush leaves a lasting impression.
Mila has learned the same lesson, though she mostly figured it out without an actual experience. Sometimes Alexis saves Mila from learning things the really hard way.
Regardless, I am *so* glad I taught them this lesson from the time they were born. It's probably the only reason they don't stand in front of me and scream about boredom at this point. The complain about all sorts of things, but not boredom. Which is good, because they both have plenty to do. Between schoolwork, dance, cheer, and super important games of Mario Kart, they really do have most of their days filled. They usually spend some time on the trampoline, they bake something every day, and there is plenty of screen time thrown in, but seriously, they're doing okay entertaining themselves.
Basically, my kids are the best. At least at this one thing.
All of this has me wondering about the future. I'm quite certain I'll never have to remind them not to complain that they're bored because obviously this is as bad as that situation will ever get. They'll know what the lowest possible point is, so the future can only get better.
But what about when their kids complain about boredom? WHAT THEN? Global warming may mean neither one of them really knows what it's like to walk to school uphill through the snow, but HOOBOY WILL THEY HAVE STORIES ABOUT 2020.
It's going to be hilarious.
