Don’t Blog Bored!

We have reached day 41 of summer vacation down here in Florida. (I’m not personally counting, but one of my dear friends is. She’s doing a photo journal of the summer, and posts one picture a day on Facebook. That’s kind of how I know). Not every state gets out of school at the same time, I learned a few years ago. Florida’s school year ends in early June (this year on my 40th birthday, June 8th) and starts in mid-August (this year on August 20th–so just about 30 days away). So, that Phineas and Ferb song–there are not 104 days of summer vacation. There are, like, 72 or something. How come they get an extra month?

We are thus just a little over midway through the summer and It has hit. Boredom. I’m bored, the kids are bored, everything has taken on this general feeling of, “Eh? Why bother? We’ve kind of done that already.”

Maybe it’s just the weather, or the barometric pressure, or allergies. I don’t know. Because there’s plenty to do around here, it’s just that none of us can work up any of the energy to do it. Some people call it “lying fallow.” I like that, the idea of letting things go and doing absolutely nothing so that I can recharge for when things really DO need doing. Except that it feels less like re-charging and more just like being on strike.

I want to work, I really do. I want to get it done. But something is stopping me, and I can’t quite name it. It’s frustrating. Maybe I’m just so overwhelmed with all that needs to be done that . . . well no. That’s not true. I mean, it’s not like I have vast amounts of things to do. It’s just that what I have to do is always the same: dishes, laundry, teach the kids something, plan a lesson, get Girl Scout stuff planned. Nothing grand or exciting, just the ins and outs of everyday life.

Day 41 of summer vacation is the Groundhog Day of summer. I’m getting the feeling of “Oh, this again?” at the same time as I’m beating on myself because I don’t know if I’m making this the BEST POSSIBLE SUMMER DAY IT COULD BE.

Did my parents worry about this stuff during my summers? Of course not. They didn’t wake up every morning saying to themselves, “How can we focus today so that Diane remembers it forever as the pinnacle day of summer break?” They pretty much did what they always did: woke me up, gave me something to eat, told me to call my friends and then either pitched me out of the house or watched kids invade. Granted, I only had, like, two friends, so it wasn’t much of an invasion, but still.

And, to be fair, I am not the kind of mom who believes I should entertain my kids. I interact with them. I care for them. I am always available for a hug. But no, I am not getting down and playing Lego’s or Littlest Pet Shops or Moshi Monsters with you. I’m more of a puzzle person, and a board game person. I’m always up for a game of Scrabble. Sadly, no one wants to play scrabble. Or play writing games. Or read books right now. So I’m bored. Bored bored bored bored bored.

Phineas and Ferb are never bored. Then again, that’s because they take the initiative to make each of their summer days the best day ever. Their mom mostly goes out and then feeds them snacks. I like that mom. That mom: she is my hero. Though I hope if my kids were building  a spaceship in the backyard I’d notice. But I love Linda (the mom) because she just leaves the kids to their own devices and doesn’t worry much. I would like to emulate Linda.

But it’s hard, because deep down inside I’m the sister, Candace. Only instead of busting the kids for doing something outrageous, I bust myself. “Mom! Diane’s not doing the laundry!” “Mom! Diane’s not playing with the kids!” “Mom! Diane’s not making dinner!” “Mom! Diane’s not putting away the dishes!” I tattle on myself, to myself. God, I am such a nag.

And this is why I should not write a blog entry when I’m bored. Because it shows how truly insane I can become. I don’t just talk to myself on occasion, I tattle on myself. But it’s a step up from when I was a kid and I used to play bored games with myself. And cheat so that my favorite board piece would win.

Then again, that sounds like a lot more fun than making dinner. Or laundry.

4 thoughts on “Don’t Blog Bored!

  1. Two words: Kim Possible reruns. Oh, wait. That’s three words. And Disney doesn’t show Kim Possible reruns anymore. So my advice is useless. But this blog entry made me laugh, which means that even if you didn’t have the Best Day Ever, you definitely accomplished something: You made your friends laugh. So yesterday and today were not wasted days.

    Also, the Flynn Fletchers are the coolest people ever. Though if Phineas and Isabella do get married when they grow up, will their children be Flynn-Fletcher-Garcia-Shapiro’s? Cos that would be a mouthful.

  2. I love this!
    Earlier, I was reading a blog about a mom that has a different theme for each day of summer. While I read her post, I was feeling completely inadequate and of course, guilty.
    I am glad that one of the most dedicated, generous mothers I know (you) is okay with posting she is human. Thank you! Also good information on Phineas and Ferb number, Henry will love it!

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