Are you a Bored Mother?
Ok, now that this topic has been beaten to death, I'd still like to contribute...
Yes, I did write the Bored mummies article in the Globe and Mail's Focus section last Saturday....
And ever since I wrote it, I've been asking myself, "Are you bored Rebecca? Does The Dictator bore you?"
See, here's the thing. Although *some* people somehow read into the story that Rebecca Eckler was a bored mommy, I never actually wrote that. I never once wrote, "I'm bored! My daughter bores me!" So re-read the story.
That being said, I can completely understand women who do find some aspects of motherhood boring.
Trust me, the minute I realized that I had four copies of Goodnight Moon in my home, in almost every fucking room, I knew that book was going to bore me to tears.
I'm sorry, good book or bad book, any book you have to read 1000 times DOES become boring.
Here's the problem with this *war* between mothers, those on the one side that do, courageously, admit that they find certain aspects of being a mother boring, and those on the other side, who think that every fucking second with their child is the best thing since....um, the creation of cookie dough cheesecake.
The problem is is that if you tell me that you think every second with your child is the most fun you've ever had, I'm not going to believe you.
Yes, no matter what you tell me, I'm going to either think you are a liar, have great repression skills, or that you are on some enviable drugs.
However, if you tell me that you refuse to do *anything and everything* that you find boring with your child, ever, than I am going to think you aren't a great mother and you probably shouldn't have any more children.
So, am I bored?
No. No, I am not.
You know why? Because I once had two jobs during the summer during university, one calling people out of a fucking phone book all day long, and another putting Q-tips in baggies for eight hours a day.
Both those jobs were friggen boring, so boring that I could honestly fall asleep at my desk while doing them.
I do not really enjoy reading the same book, night after night, nor do I love hearing, "Swiper! No Swiping!" 3000 times a day, but I've never fallen asleep while doing those things.
I plan well now to make sure I'm never bored.
For example, I will spend the entire day with The Dictator at Center Island, asking her every five minutes if she needs "to go to the potty" or putting suntan lotion on her 50 times a day at a cottage. And then I'll go out for a couple hours at night.
And, the thing is - and this is the main thing - no matter how tedious some of the things us mothers have to do, the minute I step out the door to do some "fun" adult things with friends or alone, I immediately miss The Dictator.
Is motherhood boring? Um, try putting Q-tips in baggies for 8 hours a day, for two months, and then tell me.