Stiff as a...

My husband asked me a question yesterday that I just couldn't answer.

"Are you bored?"

You see, I haven't been sleeping. At all.

Actually, that's a lie. I don't sleep at night. So I have an extremely difficult time getting up in the morning. And I keep dozing off during the day.

My husband's theory is that I am so bored with my life, that I can't get out of bed.

My first instinct was to screech back at him, "Of course I'm bored!" I mean, I'm a housewife, right? Don't "bored" and "housewife" go hand in hand? Or at least the porn ads say so.

For the last seven years (maybe longer) I have been living my life for other people. And that's okay. It really is. I love my life. But scraping together meals that don't make my kids cry and navigating a Lego minefield every afternoon are not my idea of exciting.

Aren't we all bored in life? Aren't you?

So I spent my sleepless night last night contemplating this question. And trying to come up with some solutions.

And the truly sad fact of my life is that there is nothing I'm really excited about.

Or at least, there is nothing I could envision being excited about that fits into my schedule.

Is there really and truly nothing that I love to do so much that I'd make time for it no matter what?

Could sex count as a hobby?

How about daydreaming? Could that count as a passion?

Do I really suck this much?

Yeah. Don't answer that.