It’s just four hours into a calm, lazy Saturday morning, and I feel a kid tugging at my sweats. “Mom, I’m bored.” Seriously? You haven’t been home for more than a few waking hours in the last week ...

One of my earliest childhood memories is telling my mother that I was bored. Along with “Are we there yet?” on car trips and “I want pizza” almost every night, it was one of my most of-repeated ...