It’s that time of year, the season when hundreds, thousands, perhaps millions of kids around this country of ours utter three words that terrify parents.
“I am bored.”
If my calculations are correct, the initial onslaught of this phrase will begin to trickle out of children’s mouths with mind-numbing regularity any day now. And as much as we parents try to find activities for them like summer day camp, music lessons and our 15th trip to the zoo, we are helpless to stop these three words from torturing us from now until Labor Day.
To those of us with insanely busy lives, boredom seems like an ultimate luxury. Every day as I head down the Harbor Freeway toward the light-speed pace of my day job, I think of how glorious it would be to bask in the luxury of boredom — to wake up and not know exactly what to do with my day. Or the next.