Hi. My name is Mama. (Whoa. Time out. Oh my word. Have you heard the "My name is Joe" nursery rhyme? "Hi. My name is Joe. And I work...in a button factory, I have a dog, a wife and a fam-I-ly. One day..." that one? Have you heard it? Cuz those first two sentences totally reminded me of it. Um, well hello major digression...)
Hi. My name is Mama, and I have a little bit of what you'd call a *insert air quotes here* "procrastination problem".
Case in point: We need a babysitter for Friday night. Have I called one yet? Nope.
Second case in point: The Pal needs to start doing some "Behind the Wheel" training. I called on Monday, all chipper and clueless, "HI! Can I, like, totally sign my son up for a session on Friday?" And he was all, "Um. Lady. My first opening is September 2nd." And I was all, "Oh. So Friday doesn't work?"
Third case in point: Our family vacation. We've sort of, tentatively, kind of decided on going back to the Black Hills. Only our camper had some major mouse damage (more on that later) over the winter and we're undecided about fixing it vs. trashing it so we thought we'd call up some SD State Park campgrounds and book ourselves a cozy little camper cabin.
For July 28th.
Yes, of this year.
Yes, as in 14 days away.
Guess what? You'll never believe this.
They're booked. Booked right completely up.
Doesn't the Universe know it's supposed to make things available to my every whim, idea, thought, and fancy?
Get with the program Universe. I've got plans to make.
At the last minute. And I need your full cooperation.