Piper wants to know what I do all day. It seems boring to her. Maybe even a waste of time.
“So, you just sit there?” Piper asked me this morning, indicating my desk.
“Well, I guess,” I admitted, “but I answer emails, Skype with students, grade essays, and write, too.”
“BOORRRING!”
“Teaching isn’t boring. I happen to love it, P, but I can see how sitting in a chair all day looks boring. Sometimes it is. Want to know what I do when I go to campus for my classes? Want to hear about my teaching?”
“Not really,” Piper said. “I’m off to do important things today. Good luck with your boring day.”
Then, Piper’s daddy and I sat down and wrote this:
It wasn’t such a boring day after all.
piperism 
Yep, good luck with that boring day. I’m off to have one myself.
Kudos on the HuffPo blog. Extremely well-said.
Thanks, Emily. I adore my boring existence.
Loved the both posts and couldn’t agree more.
Thanks for reading. So glad that blog friends are not as harsh as those Huff Post commenters. Ouch.
don’t let the bastards get you down.
Piper is so funny… I laughed out loud. Love you guys…