Bored and Bitter

I am often bored. It’s not something I feel by choice, for who would ever choose this state of frustration. I, myself prefer the happy-calm channel or the peaceful-satisfied level. If only this darned remote control would do something more useful than recline my bed. I think my children secretly sustain my boredom. I think they find it to be more manageable for them. Once I started gardening again, and Zack set the dog loose to destroy them. Coincidence? Heaven forbid I pick up a hobby or make some friends. Then they would really have to start caring for me.