I tend to be the queen of procrastination. We need a babysitter for a few hours in 3 weeks? Oh there's plenty of time to find someone. Then I'm on the phone calling (or asking Ron to call) people the day before or worse yet, the day that I need a sitter. I hate waiting until the last minute, but I also hate to ask for help.
There is something that I need to tackle today - I meant to do it last week and forgot. Then I meant to ask at church on Sunday and forgot. So now, here it is - the day before I need something, and I'm again stuck at the last minute, having to ask for a favor. Sigh.
You see, weeks and weeks ago after Abby's last counseling appointment, the psychologist set up the next appointment to be for Ron and I to go in (just the two of us) and talk to her about what she's come up with so far in terms of a diagnosis or thoughts on Abby. The appointment is on a Wednesday (tomorrow). Usually the girls and I head right to church from daycare on Wednesdays - there's dinner at 5:30 pm and then classes and activities from 6:30 - 7:30 pm. I figured that I could ask at church if it would be ok if I just left the girls there this once - someone would have to help them eat and take Becca up to the nursery afterward, but otherwise they're pretty self sufficient. And Ron and I should be back in plenty of time to pick them up after class.
But I put off asking. We were so busy during the holidays and it seemed like there was plenty of time. And then I forgot. So now I'm stuck having to ask for this favor and I can't blame anyone except for myself.
So that's what I need to tackle today - putting myself out there to ask for help. Something I'm dreading doing. In fact, I'm putting it off even further just by writing this post... So I will stop procrastinating and stop writing, and just... go ask.