I have forgotten what Friday nights should look like. My usual routine on a Friday is to go to work from 1pm - 8pm. Come home in time to say goodnight to the kidlets and then sit around watching a bit of tv or do a bit of sewing. Tonight? Husband is watching soccer on the tele, and I'm here browsing the web. I tried to hint to him - well, it wasn't so much a hint, I walked in to the lounge room, proclaimed I was bored and waited for him to say "You can watch what you like" - but it didn't happen. So now I am chomping on Snakata whilst tapping away, sharing my bullshit with you!
My youngest son played his first game of cricket this evening........I honestly didn't know whether to be happy for him or cry for myself! You see, I am a cricket widow - our Summer's are written off mostly, because of my husband's penchant for long Saturdays standing on an oval getting burnt to a crisp. Which is fine. Except it also means that my Saturdays are spent herding children to said oval, chasing them with sunscreen in an effort to not have them resemble their Father's crisp, red skin! So, it seems the start of another cricket career, means I have at least another 20 years of watching the grass grow ahead of me. Joy.....
The ONLY good thing that shall come out of this is the following:
| That is, once I work out how to ditch working Friday nights! |
Anyway, I'm now getting bored of my own blog post on boredom.....so will leave it there for now! What's everyone else up to?