What do most people do when they break out in hives at least once or twice a week? Or when their hands are so painfully dry that they can't even do dishes or wipe counter tops without rubber gloves on? What does one do when their skin has been acting crazy for months? I think the answer is probably, see a dermatologist. But what does a huge procrastinator like myself do? Pop a Benadryl, then put on ointment and cotton gloves before bed, which I follow with stroking Scott's face with my white gloved hands and sing lines of my favorite Michael Jackson songs. Last night he smiled, told me I'm a dork and to call a dermatologist. The goal is to get that done this week... Part of my reason for procrastinating this is my fear that he'll refer me to an allergist, where I might find out I'm allergic to chocolate, gluten, dairy... Or all things that are delicious in life.
While we're on the topic of procrastination....
We are quickly becoming those neighbors. Ya know, the ones whose yard is being taken over by weeds, finally took down the last of the Christmas lights and poor little porch plants are dying? Yeah, I'm sure the visual I just gave you is slightly worse but it's probably pretty close to the reality. So I guess as adults and home owners we're just supposed to do yard work on beautiful Saturdays and NOT go on family bike rides?! That sounds crazy. The good news is, Scott wouldn't give into his scattered wife this weekend. He refused to take on the new project of framing out windows until he mowed the lawn and pulled a few weeds. Then he turned up the stud meter and framed out four windows. What a guy.
You see, I don't procrastinate because I'm lazy. I procrastinate because I'm scattered, jumping from one project to the next and constantly looking for the next fun thing. This week, the fun was in family bike rides and framing out windows together. So my yard needs some TLC, I'll get to it this week.... Hopefully.
In closing this topic of my procrastination tendencies... This weekend I finally got to dropping off the pile of baby blankets to the NICU where Welles spent the first two weeks of life. They've been sitting in the basement ready to donate for months now. It's been over a year and a half since I stepped foot into that section of the hospital. I was surprised by the flood of emotions that hit me walking down the hall into the NICU. Memories of the late nights I spent stumbling down the halls for feedings and meetings with doctors came back. I reminisced while looking at the room where I spent hours rocking Welles and promising him I would give my all to be the best mommy and advocate for him. I chatted with some of his nurses and waited until I got back into the elevator to shed a couple small tears. Tears of happiness and gratitude for that hospital and NICU. All these feelings made me regret being a procrastinator and wish I had dropped those blankets off months ago.
Here's to a week of crossing items off the list and pulling weeds! Happy Monday.