Bare Minimum

I am so, so weary of Bare Minimum.

Even with drastic, horrendous cuts to my  To Do List and my Must Do List, I’m still just barely pulling through.  I have dropped more balls in the past few months than I’d like to think about.   Friends, meals, organization, homeschool, teethbrushing, kindness…it’s all gone to pot under the duress.  It’s not you, it’s me.  

Grace and space were good, but I’m ready for a return to normal life, normal productivity.

What duress?  Oh, the snowball effect, I presume, of too many long days, having a toddler + a preschooler, not enough sleep, an everlastingly slow return to normal thyroid levels (going on 17 months here).

It all adds up and equals one Bare Minimum Life.

The quarter is almost over, we have convinced Kiri to sleep through the night, my thyroid is approaching normal for the first time in six months, and Kiri is coming close to the 18 month mark.  (I often reassure first time parents, “Oh, it gets so much easier around 18 months.”  Oh, I hope I am right.)

I hope I survive until Normal gets back from its extended leave of absence.

Bare Minimum has really struck hard in the Christmas department.  I don’t need to simplify our Christmas, I want to complicate things.  I want to actually light the Advent candles (we’ve managed one night so far, I’m not sure whether to keep trying or just try again next year).  I want to make just a few gifts for friends and family.  I want to make us something to eat on Christmas Day.  Like sandwiches.

I’m pretty freaked out that we are going to do absolutely nothing to celebrate our upcoming 10th anniversary.  If I can’t manage dinner, how am I going to manage an anniversary?

Did I mention that Kiri now recognizes the Del Taco drive through?

All this Bare Minimum caught up to me last week when I was preparing for our homeschool meeting with the charter school specialist.  It was concrete, irrefutable evidence that this has gone beyond a week or two or three and is going into months now.

Then I <ahem> rejoined the womanly world after a two year hiatus (!!), and all that comes along with that.

Then I melted into a puddle.

Ah, Bare Minimum.  I’m so familiar with you, but you put me through the wringer every time.  I guess the only thing to do is to wait it out.  And buy shares in Del Taco.

Anyhow, if you’re wondering what I’m up to over the next few weeks, I’ll just be here.  Doing what I do.  Doing my best.

How are you managing the Christmas season?  

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4 thoughts on “Bare Minimum

  1. Oh oh oh. I know. Bare minimum feels so….bare sometimes. Like you really wish you had time to get dressed nicely. And dress the table and dress the baby and…

    Yep, she’ll sleep through the night and you’ll sleep through the night and nature will run its course and you’ll find yourself singing in the shower again.

    I think Devo should plan your anniversary and make the Christmas sandwiches.

    REST, young lady. :) xoxo

  2. I am familiar with bare minimum. I am Xmas shopping with the fastest decision making known to man. No price comparison, no “that’s good but I’ll shop around”, oh no, just “yep. That’ll do”. And food? Well all I can say is thank goodness for online groceries and other people. SUCH an intelligent idea having a christening two weeks before Xmas!

  3. I know our paths rarely cross, but every once in a while I remember you have a blog and I stop to see what is new with your clan. I just wanted to say hello and tell you to enjoy these bare minimum times. Life goes by so very quickly and the next thing you know you have a 20 year old and think back on all the things you should of done. Sometimes it fells like just yesterday I was in your shoes, but in the blink of an eye it is 20 years later. Just keep on doing what you’re doing and it will all work out in the end. You truly are an amazing mother :)

  4. Kim, I’m glad our paths get to cross sometimes, especially here! Thank you for the reminders. Sometimes I flash forward 20 years – it helps keep some perspective.

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