In nautical terms, being in the doldrums means being in an area of the ocean where calm winds prevail. It's a place where the winds may even completely die down, where you and your sailing ship become trapped with no escape until the winds return. Used in language, "being in the doldrums" means existing in a static state, one of listlessness, boredom, a slump.
Thus far, summer has been all of the above for me. Except for J-man's broken nose, this summer has been calm. There has been none of the angst or ridiculousness of last summer. Also, I haven't been sick. After spending two months of the summer of 2009 attempting to cough up both of my lungs (I now lovingly refer to that time of my life as Consumption '09), this summer has found me with nary a whisper of fever, sniffle, ache, or pain.
This summer has so far been one of slumpiness. I have a room full of pictures to be scrapbooked, a box full of fabric to be stitched into Christmas gifts, two stacks of books to be read, a TiVo full of NCIS and Deadliest Catch, and I just don't care about any of it. Working up any sort of excitement about, well, anything, takes work.
Honestly, I feel a little like Bill Murray in Groundhog Day. Wake up, dress kids, make beds, fold laundry, eat, drink coffee, get kids outside to play, shower, eat, get kids to swimming lessons, one naps while two watch a Disney something, eat, entertain kids, bed.
I don't know. I think it's true that in times of adversity and hardship, we humans are at our most creative. At least, that's true for me. When shit's flyin', I'm all over the place. When everything is calm, I sit like a lump. I'm not saying I want a plane to crash into my house, I'm just saying I wish when everything is ticking along like clockwork, when I'm in the doldrums, I wish I could be as creative, as active, when life is in the middle of a hurricane.
P.S. It's frakking July already? Seriously, I've got to figure out who's shooting me through these wormholes 'cause it's getting old already.