While I call myself a Master Procrastinator, I discovered a better description—I’m the “Pro” part of procrastination.
I told my son that I was going to the grocery store this morning, and to make a list of what he wants. He did, and I have to say how strange it was to see our favorite beer on that list. He is almost 25, but in my eyes he remains 5. Way too young for me to be buying beer for him.
So—I’m procrastinating—again. I don’t want to go to the grocery store. As long as I can scrape something together for dinner, I can delay the inevitable.
Why does that boomerang kid of mine need food and beer? I think I’m done being mommy mommy two shoes. I believe a strike is in order. He is old enough to fend for himself.
My husband is still out of state helping his dad. My father-in-law was set to go into a care facility last week, but ended up in the hospital with pneumonia. Tomorrow, he will finally go to the facility–unfortunately, with the assistance of Hospice.
He has asked my husband to bring his favorite recliner chair, to make his room appear more like home. Obviously, it’s a well loved chair, and fits my father-in-law perfectly. My husband said it’s rather worn, and held together with duct tape.
I had to smile over this story because my husband sits in the same chair all the time. I have to admit that I sit relatively in the same spot on our uncomfortable couch, because I have one too many persistent cats who must be near, if not on me.
Recently, my husband sat in one of our other chairs and said something about the lumbar part being different than “his” chair. Duh! That recliner is molded to his hind quarters and back.
Men seem to have an affinity for trucks and their favorite chairs. I suppose big screen televisions too–which I don’t mind during football season. While I love yarn and knitting needles, they are the only inanimate objects I can’t live without. Oh! Does coffee count? That is definitely a must-have too.
While I’m happy that my husband is comfortable and pleased with his recliner, I will have to draw the line if he pulls out the duct tape to repair it.
Now….what should I be doing? Oh yeah, something else.