Boredom Reigns in the Kingdom

The Queen loves summer. She looks forward to it, all year long. The thought of sunshine, warm breezes, flowers in full bloom…well, they are almost enough to get her through those long winter months that drag on forever in her Kingdom.  The Queen has no tolerance for winter and if she could, she’d ban it forever. Or she’d move. Sadly, neither are options.

The Queen doesn’t usually even shudder at the thought of having the entire royal family home, encroaching on her beloved personal time, when she thinks of her treasured and fleeting summer. She daydreams of day trips, visiting other regions around the Kingdom. She envisions fun family time with laughter lingering late into the night. (She likes alliteration, obviously)

Her fantasy comes to a screeching halt after two weeks of this so called “break”. She searches the Kingdom for a place to hide. Yet somehow, they find her. It doesn’t matter if she’s tucked away in her closet, locked in a bathroom or curled up on her throne..aka…her couch. They find her. They always find her.

Always.

She wonders who or what this so-called ‘break’ is for.

You see, in the Queens beloved Kingdom, where the ‘break’ of summer that the all the inhabitants have looked forward to all year, nothing but complaining is being heard throughout the land.

Long wails of “boredom”.

Cries of “entertain me”.

Shouts of “so and so is bothering me”.

Complaints of “I have nothing to do”.

And the list can go on, much to the Queens chagrin. Mind you, the Queen herself has been known to wail, cry, shout and complain herself. But, the poor Queen..she is so outnumbered that her wails, cries, shouts and complaints are overpowered.

The Queen wails, “Hush, I’m trying to write.” Because, the Queen knows she has things to do to keep her from being bored.

The Queen cries, “Please my darlings, I can’t hear myself think.” Because, the things she has to do require thinking. Thinking is difficult to do amongst such chaos of cries.

The Queen shouts, “No fighting. Stop pestering. Go jump in the royal pool if you are so bored.” But her shouts fall on deaf ears. Deaf because the mouths are open and shouting and the royal brats can’t hear anything over their own loud voices.

The Queen complains, “Please somebody, send me on a vacation to a faraway Kingdom, if only for a long weekend.” Because the Queen, she can only take so much of the constant crap before her eyes start to roll to the back of her head and the Evil, Wicked Queen takes her place. And no one likes that Evil, Wicked Queen. Not even the Queen herself. Because when that Wicked, Evil Queen takes over, our dear, sweet Queen is usually left with a sore throat and headache, not to mention more whining from the young royals.

The King. Oh, the King. He paces. Like a caged beast. But, he too is stuck inside the Kingdom along with the Queen. Although, his plight isn’t as important because this isn’t his blog, you see. Oh, I’m so sorry…the Wicked, Evil Queen escaped for a moment.

Although, sometimes the King makes for a really great story, no? Yes, of course he does.

Back to the Queen and her young royals. Who really aren’t so young anymore.

The Queen, when she was but a young Princess living in the Kingdom of her royal parents…

She was once told that being bored means you are boring. And the Queen, who was then a young princess, never wanted to be thought of as boring. Because that is equivalent to being a toad. And she wasn’t as fond of toads as she is now.

Yes, the Queen goes on toad hunts with her youngest Prince. But that, my dear friends, is another story for another time.

The Queen still never wants to be thought of as boring. And because she feels this way, she assumes that her many royal children would obviously feel the same.

No one wants to be called boring, not even serfs or jesters.

The Queen, who had shared with her children the wisdom given to her by her aunt all those years ago, was met with gazes akin to deer in headlights, rolled eyes, shrugged shoulders and more complaints regarding the boring that is this Kingdom.

Suggestions for entertainment are made. Ideas like…clean your room. Or..walk the dogs. Or…go swimming. And..go fishing. Or…go run around in circles…

She mentions what she used to do when she was young. And not one thing she did included a screen. Yes, times have changed but the good old days activities of being outdoors remain the same. And the Queen certainly didn’t have her very own pool in the Kingdom she grew up in. Granted, she had a lake but it was shared with the Kingdoms that surrounded it. It was, however, a very nice place to grow up.

Instead, activities such as door slamming, screaming and crying commence.  Because apparently, the Queen and King are the worst. Parents. Ever.

The Queen, whose patience isn’t very thick, allows the ugly that is the Wicked, Evil Queen to take over. Because sometimes, the Queen has no choice. Because sometimes, that Wicked, Evil Queen is way more effective than the regular Reigning Queen Supreme.

And while the Wicked, Evil Queen is doing her Wicked, Evil ways…The Reigning Queen Supreme sits back, smiles and counts down the days until school is back in session.

Because, despite the falling of the leaves that lead to winter…her days are hers again. Days without complaining, crying, wailing, whining.

The Queen, who loves summer more than any other season, wishes the summer vacation was shorter and the school year was longer.

And if the Queen, who loves her children more than anything in any Kingdom anywhere, is a bad mother for looking forward to peaceful days, than so be it.  She knows the type of mother she is, she knows her royal children are secure in that fact, despite the other fact that part of her job description is NOT ‘entertainment committee”.

The Queen knows their childhoods are shorter than the summers. The Queen fully realizes this because her oldest is going off to the Kingdom of College in the fall. And the rest of them will be following her quickly.

But, she can not help them with their boredom if they aren’t willing to help themselves.

With that realization, she ignores the video games blaring from within the Palace, and she sighs.
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