For a couple of weeks I've racked my brain trying to find something interesting to blog about. Then it dawned on me. I have nothing interesting to write about. My life is very mundane and routine.
I've never been a big traveler, or risk-taker, or, even, very spontaneous. Thus my life seems very boring. And yet, here I am blogging about it.
We have the same routine every day. I feel like I'm always fixing some meal or snack in the kitchen. We watch TV. We read books. We do a craft. We go outside. I clean a little. I walk past the giant pile of laundry in my bedroom. I bathe the kids, and put them to bed. I sit on the couch and read Reddit, or read the book I'm into, or watch a sitcom. My weekly travels include going to the grocery store. That's it. That's my life.
But I don't hate it. I'm not bored. I love it. I love watching my kids play, and hearing them laugh. I love seeing their smiles and sense of wonder. Sure, I get frustrated. Sure, I'm perpetually tired. But, I love it.
My idea of spontaneity is going to the playground or park. Yesterday, I was almost spontaneous in taking the kids out for ice cream, but I decided it was too messy and too much trouble to get them out the door. And that's okay. There are days I don't care about the mess, and I want them to have the experience, but yesterday wasn't that day.
You know what? My kids are going to grow up just fine. They don't need a crazy and spontaneous childhood. They need routine. They need hugs. They need love. I do hope they travel a little, and do spontaneous things. I hope they take some risks, but not too big of risks. But now, they like routine. Now, they are learning, and being loved. They're happy and sweet.
The mundane isn't bad. It's sometimes boring, but really, I like it. The mundane is my life, and I'm okay with that.
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