I sit every night after Sean's gone to bed and stare at the TV or computer screen (as a little voice inthe back of my head screams for me to catch up on chores) and I think about how bored I am. I think, "Maybe I should paint, scrapbook, blog, take a bath, walk the dog--again, exercise, play video games, text a friend or relative, read my scriptures..." but still I sit and stare. I feel guilty not developing my talents, making the apartment spotless clean, or just going to bed and getting rest. I feel so bored, I have so many choices, yet I choose nothing. Why? How annoying I am to myself when I go through nights like these. Does anyone else go through this? What do you do? Don't get me wrong, its not every night, but it happens often. Yeah, I'm up this late, why go to bed when the baby will be up soon to eat again?