Procrastination. I’ve been putting off blogging, fixing my dishwasher and attending to my sore achilles heel. I have no excuse for putting off the blogging, but not dealing with my aching achilles heel and pumpless dishwasher have actually worked in my favor.
“Mom, can you get me some juice?”
“No, sorry, I’m icing my heel.”
“Mom, can you make me a sidewalk chalk race track for my bike?”
“No, sorry, I have my hands in soapy water.”
“Mom, can I have another underdog?”
“No, sorry, that bothers my heel.”
“Mom, can you get me a clean fork?”
“No, sorry, I haven’t washed the dishes yet today.”
Last week I called the dishwasher repair dude. He came and waved his magic pliers and I paid him his $223. Now I have no excuse for getting some ‘me’ time in the kitchen with the dishes. (Gee, that sounds pathetic when I type it out.)
Last week, I read SBS’s post on Run Like A Mother about how she’s finally dealing with her problematic achilles and I figured I’d better wake up and smell the injury. Now I will have no excuse for not playing jump rope. (Help me think of a new one, will ya, I hate jump rope.)
There’s more to it than this, however. Not taking care of these things is typical of how we moms/women put ourselves last. In my case, it’s right up there with getting the kids to the dentist, but not getting myself there. With organizing my kid’s clothes so they can easily reach everything, but keeping all my running stuff in a box. With using all the hot water for laundry and the kids’ baths and not having any for my own shower. I tend to go so long without scheduling, doing or fixing something that I forget it needs scheduling, doing or fixing.
So, three points for me for taking care of these things. Right now, I’m sitting on my bed NOT putting off blogging while my daughter builds a ‘castle’ out of pillows and tries to get my attention by talking in a slightly English “queen” accent. The dishwasher is ever-so-quietly cleansing and rinsing as I type. And, I figure with the time I’m saving not doing dishes, I can schedule a massage for my heel. (This is something my mother would say. She’s great at making connections that seem silly, but make perfect sense.)
I will call him tomorrow for an appointment. No really. I swear. I will.
Is there something you’ve been putting off? Don’t cha just wanna jump up and do it now?!