damn you, bridget. damn you, i say! such little foresight into the summer... and now it's too late!
what am i talking about? a bored william. for the second week in a row, most of his buds are in camps. lax camps, survival camps, how to be a millionaire camps (i think only the first is true)... camps, nevertheless! and when there is a bored william in the house everybody knows it. why didn't i sign him up for a camp myself? good question. who does he expect his play pal to be all week? ME (lindsey is here too, mind you, but she is not play pal material for william. just his parents. score!).
but this is what today will look like unless i get off my very pregnant butt and make fun for him or take him somewhere (which i do! not all the time, but i do!): he will walk in circles around the kitchen island. he can do this for give or take 10 minutes. then he'll ask me a question. something like, "can i google yachts and see if i can sell enough legos to buy one?" to which i'll say no. then he'll say, "whyyyy?" and my eyes will bug out of my head because it'll have been the 16th time i've answered the question why. then he will come and lay down on the computer room rug and lurch around, his body almost convulsing. bored seizures? i google it. they don't exist. i let him continue lurching. this goes on for about 7 minutes. then he'll ask, "can we have lunch?" we just had lunch. then, "can i call anthony?" only to get anthony's answering machine because, like all his other friends, he is at camp. he does this with about five more friends and gets all voice mails only confirming his boredom. he'll say, "i am soooo bored." this will happen give or take 43 times today.
do you get where i'm going with this?
i love you william. but you are not so good at independent play.
AND, if you haven't had enough of me, i'm over at alex's blog today too. check it out! she's pretty cool. and funny. so go.