I often wonder, “Am I the only mom who is so entirely bored playing with my kids?” Maybe I’m just burnt out, evil or merely human. But it’s good to read that I’m not alone. When I’m feeling guilty about this state of affairs, I try to remind myself that before about 50 years ago or so, the collective experience of young children most certainly did not involve almost constant parental entertainment (and likely did involve a good amount of hard labor……at least whatever they could get out of a 4-year-old.) Still, it’s hard not to feel bad, especially when the appeals for play are almost constant.
Woe is me.