Boredom strikes deep

[soulswallo]

I'm bored, guys. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. It's not that I don't have things to do, because I do have things. Lots of things. I could be napping. I could be watching a movie. I could be writing. I could be going to Target to buy Cole a new sweatshirt since he seems to have misplaced one of his other ones. I could be going to Best Buy right now to see if they have the Battlestar Galactica miniseries. But I'm not doing any of those things. I'm sitting here staring at the computer and trying to fend off my newest headache. Maybe I'll actually take something for this one. [please stand by] Oh, yeah. Once I manage to swallow this Aleve I'm sure it'll start working wonders. Gah. That's a nasty taste.

As I was standing outside of Cole's classroom this afternoon waiting for his teacher to let him out, it struck me that I love being able to pick him up. I love being one of the moms who stands around waiting for their little dumpling. *sigh* I love my little brat. It's just one more item to add to the growing list of reasons why I will quit the bank. So, I can pick Cole up from school. Although I'm fairly certain that was already on the list. Maybe it moved up on the list. Yeah, that must be it.

*yawn* All this talk of not working has made me sleepy. And I still have to go to Target.