I remember my childhood summers fondly, as many of us do. Those halcyon days in which I would leave the house after a still sleepy, leisurely breakfast of cereal that I made myself and come home only for lunch in the middle of a day spent entirely outdoors. We did not live in town and, thus, playmates were limited to siblings and the cousins who lived down the road.
It took four punches of the snooze button to get me out of bed this morning. I wasn't tired. Or sick, for that matter. But I was sick and tired. Sick and tired of the same old routine, minute after minute, day after day, year after year, since 1995, when I made the decision to stay at home to manage our family.
I was bored once for about five minutes in 2011. I remember it well. I was home alone, and for a minute I felt a feeling I couldn't identify. By the time I did figure out it was boredom it was almost gone. Of course, if you have kids around, they tend to get bored easily, so this list works for them, too (except for #5).