The January blahs are here.
The good (bad?) news is that I'm not the only one affected. I skim through my blog roll in record time these days, as no one seems to be posting. Those that are posting are posting about how they've got the blahs. Winter dreariness, post-Christmas letdown, SAD--call it what you will. At least I'm in good company.
The kidlets seem immune. I have had a thoroughly entertaining week, curled up under a blanket, pretending to read my book and instead watching them play. I marvel over their wonderful, innovative, interesting imaginations. They create the most intriguing characters and scripts and they rarely have to direct one another--the plot just evolves naturally. They have voices and mannerisms for each character (of which they each play many), and their ability to use everyday objects in novel ways is always refreshing. (Yesterday the piano bench became a truck and off they went).
I generally can't remember being this creative. Most of my remembered childhood is reading books, watching tv, homework, doing chores....but when I watch my children play there are little tickles in the back of my mind...
Remember when Grandma's back stoop was the boat and we took turns swimming out to sea and trying to evade the sharks (it was like tag, if you were caught before you could make it back to the boat you were the shark)?
Remember when leaves were used to construct elaborate, lawn covering floor plans for our "house" and we each had our own dream rooms and went visiting each other?
Remember when we spent every day playing with the same small toys from the same small toy box and rarely got bored?
Remember when, instead of tomorrow's to do lists, you spent the time between lying down and finally sleeping concocting wonderful adventures (starring you) in your mind?
Remember when we divvied up the characters from our favourite tv shows and proceeded to play? The play lasted years, with constantly evolving plots and series cross-overs. We were our own fanfic team before we graduated elementary school...
Somehow, somewhere, I forgot all of that, forgot how to PLAY. I watch my children and I'm just not sure how to join in, or if I'd be welcome.
But in January, when the world is grey, the writers are on strike and we've got the blahs, I've discovered something much more entertaining than any TV show. I just have to keep my little acting/writing/directing troupe in PBJ's and cold milk.
I wonder if those big shot studio execs have tried that?
Also, does anyone know how to get the troupe to perform during Prime Time?