Procrastination has always been a hobby of mine. Occasionally I’d flirt with going pro, but it never seemed like a real opportunity until I had children. Put me in coach; I’m ready for the Procrastination Olympics.
In my rattled brain, I have divided my procrastination into two events: Medical Stuff, and Everything Else. The Medical Stuff is the easier category to rationalize. The kind folks in my office gave me two maternity leaves in 11 months, and therefore I have tried to keep all other absences to an absolute minimum. This work ethic guilt has made it tough to schedule any other doctor appointments, even though I’m well overdue for the following.
- Dermatologist check to see how badly I damaged my epidermis when wearing baby oil instead of sunscreen during my youth. (What can I say? It was the early 90s.)
- New contact lenses (The pair I’m wearing were supposed to last a month. I got them in October. Seeing as it’s now April, I think this should be a priority before my eyeballs shrivel up and fall out.)
- Reading glasses, because apparently I’m old.
- The dentist to get a night guard. Recently I have been grinding my teeth like a beaver on hardwood.
And Everything Else. This stuff is easy to put off, too, because — well, I’m good at putting it off.
- A haircut. Shaggy, shaggy, shaggy. And roots from old highlights.
- Pedicure. Because it’s summer, and that’s no time to exfoliate and buff on your own.
- Exercise. But I’ve always put that off. I’d like to blame that on being a new parent, but…
The gold medal event of my procrastination is the failure to renew my drivers license. It expired in August. Again, it’s April. I was so used to driving around with an expired license that I forgot it was even an issue. That is, until I flew to Texas on a business trip and tried to use it to rent a car. Luckily I was traveling with a colleague who did NOT have an expired license, and she was able to rent one for us instead. Otherwise, I’d still be in a sad little plastic chair at the airport Enterprise counter.
The state of Maryland granted me a year from expiration to renew. If I missed that deadline, I’d have to take the test again. The embarrassment of doing that was the only motivator to get it done. Let’s be honest — taking two children under the age of two to the DMV is a special kind of hell. No matter how much you love those children.
I know I’m not the only one out there who shoves tasks — even important ones — to the back burner. What have you shoved lately?