Geeky Mom posts today about what she’s given up to dissertate.
Her list looks A LOT like what mine would look like.
Laundry, and virtually all major house cleaning projects.
Social stuff. I’m NOT inviting anyone over to my house this winter. NO ONE. I love you all very much, but I’m not having any get togethers this winter. My poor little-J, who turns 3 on Halloween, will NOT be getting a birthday party. I’m not going anywhere I don’t absolutely have to (and of course “absolutely have to” is up for liberal interpretation on my part–but I am sticking to it, dang it).
My hair. It’s getting too long, but I admitted to Runningburro today (during an “absolutely have to” lunch date) that I have a secret deal going with myself that I will only cut my hair after I am done with my dissertation. Rb said, “OK, but you’re gonna look like Crystal Gale.”
Thanks for the vote of confidence, there, Rb.
Running. Aside from the fact that B is taking a class that meets on Sundays and this prevents me from registering for any races, I am only going to “run for fun.” Which means, I may not ever go at all.
Blogging. I plan to be judicious in my posting here. That post I conjured yesterday while frying tofu (“the only food I’d eat if I lived alone”: fried tofu, Ramen, Doritos, margaritas, cream cheese and salsa, cream cheese on bagels, carrot-zucchini soup [w/ cream cheese]…), will never be written, nor will I post the pictures of big-J “Bread Box” in his hockey get-up, nor will I ever post about the antics of Lucky George Muttley, the Reversible Deaf Kitty…
I may have to let go of the sitting co-op next semester. I’m finding that even though I love my co-op friend, and that her kids are often great distractions for my own kids, the smallest hunks of my schedule that it takes up might actually help me out if I had them to myself. We’ll see.
There’s also a list of things I will not let go.
Friday night movie nights with the kids, and other essential hanging out with my mugwumps. Tonight it’s She’s the Man.
Showering. And I may have passed on my penchant for showers-so-hot-you-can’t-breathe to H. I got in as she was getting out this morning (yes, we play the great shower relay in my house every morning. Fun Stuff, Man), and I couldn’t believe how hot she’d made it. Or, it might be that her skin was numb from how cold it is in our house, and she was trying to revive her corpse-like body…
Yoga. The only problem is that yoga is *really* hard to do in a messy, cluttered room. And I don’t have any rooms that aren’t. Not only does the clutter make it hard because there isn’t really any space for you, but also the clutter kind of works against the whole “calming” purpose.
Teaching. Of course.
So, say it with me. Simplify. Simplify. Simplify.