So it’s July. It’s hot. It’s humid. (Check local listings for the weather in your area.) I looked and the corn crops were “knee high by the 4th of July.” My previously lush lawn is slowly transforming into the consistency of a saltine cracker. My kids are restless and, in their words, “bored.” And, I’ve become increasingly irritable and grumpy. After some deep, spiritual reflection, I’ve come to the conclusion that I have the “summertime blues.” The question now is how do I shake this rapidly debilitating affliction? What is the best antidote to get out of my funk?
My first remedy was a summer vacation. We traditionally take a Spring Break getaway, but a true summer vacation has never really been a part of my little family’s tradition. So, I decided to plan a simple excursion that I thought the girls (and secretly ME, too!) would enjoy — a trip to the Wisconsin Dells (aka: “The Water Park Capital of the World”).
We went to the Dells a couple of years ago and had a blast. Plus, I can’t think of a better way to relax and have fun then to have a giant bucket drop 400 gallons of water on my head all at the same time. Unfortunately, due to some unforeseen circumstances and elevated attitudes, my hopes and dreams of wearing my favorite Speedo while sliding down Death Mountain water slide were reduced to nothing more than a faded glimpse of what could have been.
(Note: We did manage to go to a water park for a day-long excursion, but it wasn’t the hullabaloo that the Dells would have been. It was, however, better than nothing. And, if you’re wondering, the zebra print Speedo didn’t make the trip.)
On to Plan B
My next quick fix for my summer malady was retail therapy. I mean, who doesn’t feel better when you go out and blow a pocket full of dead presidents on stuff you really don’t need? So, let the fun begin!
Fast forward 11 days after my “live like you don’t give a damn” spending spree and the tally read: new fluorescent colored golf shirts, some moccasin style shoes, Dr. Dre style headphones for my iPod, knickknacks for the kids, a humming bird feeder and the finale — a “get whatever you want junk food bonanza” trip to the grocery store.
Ahhhh. I feel better now. (At least I did for a little while.)
Really? I will probably NEVER wear those moccasin shoes. I doubt I become a famous hip-hop DJ. I don’t even know if I have humming birds in my area. And all that food? Well, maybe over a month of Sundays we’ll eat four giant boxes of snack cakes that the diminutive Debbie chick promotes. Oh yeah, and that hole in my bank account definitely doesn’t just fill back in on its own. (I’ve been testing that theory out for a while.)
So retail therapy — umm — not such a good idea.
I got it! I’ll FINALLY take up reading. I always hear that reading is good for the soul and helps you relax. It would be convenient. I get to hang out in the air conditioning. There is a library less than five minutes from my house, not to mention a couple of book stores within 10 minutes. This reading thing sounds like the perfect solution.
There is only one minor problem with this wonderful idea: I do not enjoy reading. AT.ALL. Call me a slouch, an underachiever, illiterate…whatever. But I have never enjoyed reading for pleasure. I don’t mind a magazine article or good internet story. But picking up the latest and greatest New York Times best seller has never been on my radar. Maybe it has to do with the fact that my attention span is the size of a gnat’s eyelash? Whatever the case, you won’t find me reading anything longer than a page or two.
So, I guess this cure is out the window.
After searching and searching for the magical cure for the summertime blues, who would have thought THE CURE was right under my nose (well, actually, between my ears) the whole time? CHANGE MY ATTITUDE. (Duh.)
Life is what we make it. We can choose to be miserable or we can choose to be happy. We can get sucked in to the “poor little me” syndrome, or we can get out there and make the best of the cards we are dealt. I say we suck it up. Get out there and make life happen. And, at the end of the day instead of griping and complaining, smile and be truly grateful for all that we have. Say thank you to those around us for making our lives better.
By the way, if anyone is craving an oatmeal cream pie let me know. I have gobs plenty.
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[author_info]About the Author
Robb J. is one of our regular Parenting and Man Cave contributors who is stuck somewhere in the middle of a paradigm shift and the status quo. He is a 41-year-old single dad who likes swimming in the deep end without the use of floaties. He raises two daughters–a teen and a preteen. He would appreciate a moment of silence for that. [/author_info][/author]