Summer doldrums, in May

You know what I'm talking about?

The first bit of summer is awesome. Staying home, sleeping in, chilling out. It's everything you want in summer.

And then after a while you start to feel just blah!?

That's usually when it's time for a summer vacation! Or at least a camping trip or visit to the local pool!

Well folks, we figured it out (Christopher and I). The last two months were a kind of summer break of sorts... And now we've hit the doldrums.

The problem is, it isn't even summer yet!

We're missing out on all the excitement of school getting out next week, because for reals it got out two months ago! It's no big deal now! And we're NOT leaving on a jet plane to Orlando, Florida like we were supposed to be!

Instead we're hanging out at home. Doing chores. Feeding chickens and pigs. Trying to come up with stuff to do to fill our days. And we've already done it all.

Christopher is 12. He's been such a trooper through all of this (as have the other kids)! But at that age, school is such a HUGE part of your life.

You focus your brain and your emotions and your attention on school, and everything that goes on there. And then you relax and play at home for a couple of hours a day, re-hashing in your brain (and with your brothers) all that you experienced at school that day!

But now? Now we're in the summer doldrums in May.

Thank goodness the weather is starting to cooperate... A trip to the park and a soccer game with friends today helped a bit.

And don't worry, we rescheduled the Florida trip for July- fingers crossed that when the actual summer doldrums hit we'll be beachin'!

What do your kids like to do to fill their time?

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