fickle as a pickle

Main Entry:

fick·le

Pronunciation:

..--fi-k?l..

: marked by lack of steadfastness, constancy, or stability : given to erratic changeableness

One of my many flaws. I am fickle. Things I like today, I may not like tomorrow. I might be enamored by something one minute and disgusted by it the next, only to be head over heels five minutes after that. I believe it has a lot to do with the fact that I am so easily bored.

Main Entry:

bore·dom

Pronunciation:

..--bo?r-d?m..

: the state of being weary and restless through lack of interest

Bored more accurately describes me. Weary and restless through lack of interest. Restless more than weary for sure.

One might ask themselves how I have managed to stay married to the same man for 10 years (together for 13) considering my tendencies toward being fickle and bored. That is just a testament to how special my husband is. I don't even think of him as a separate person anymore. I think of him as an extension of myself. I have spoken a great deal about this very subject so I am not going to go too much into detail here. I will say this though, he never bores me and entertains me endlessly. We are partners in crime. We have the same sense of humor so are constantly entertaining each other. He is forgiving and appreciative.

I wish often I could be more nurturing. Eddie hurt his elbow by banging it on something and after a minute or so of complaining about it I said "wahh OK Pwoor wittle Eddie hurt his pwoor elbow. Suck it up already!" I know this is awful. I know! I guess I am very lucky to have boys. They are rough and tumble. They are little hellions and that kind of fits into my style. And I do nurture them. I have a more logical approach to it though.

I am bored. I am boring myself by writing this. Off I go....