Usually I am not easily bored. Good or bad, I keep several projects going at one time and can usually shift from one to another, even though I am confined by being caregiver for my 99 year old mother who lives with us. At the end of the day when I put her to bed, occasionally I find myself thinking of how I wish I could do different things and my thoughts bring on a “pitty-party.” At that time I recall how I signed on for this and thank God for the opportunity of taking care of her at this time in her life. Do I get bored? Yes, I do.