Procrastinating is a bad, bad thing

The bio on my personal blog is my attempt to introduce myself to my readers.  One of the character traits (ok, flaws) that I admit to is being a procrastinator.

Yeah.  I've been one all my life, and it has always served me well.  I (almost) always get things done just under the wire and besides a bit of extra stress at the last minute, procrastinating has never been a huge problem.

Just a glimpse at my house this morning, when I left to take the girls to school and then to head straight to the grocery store:

--Breakfast dishes on the table
--Clean dishes still in the dishwasher
--Folded laundry not put away
--Two clean loads of laundry, still unfolded
--Sheets not changed on the beds, despite Audrey asking me to take the flannels off her bed on Friday (or was it Thursday...)
--Two (three?) loads of laundry to be sorted, washed, and dried (laundry day is Friday...)

A lot, but not an unreasonable amount to get done after a quick run to the store.

So Sydney, my almost three-year-old, and I were leaving the grocery store.  I opened our van's automatic sliding door so she could climb into her carseat while I loaded the food into the back.  As I was trying to wedge the bags in between the stroller and the toy shopping cart that she likes to bring along, I heard an ominous sound.  The van door was closing, with my baby standing in its way.

Of course, the door is equipped with a safety feature to automatically stop if there is an obstruction, but I was not about to rely on that with my little girl's life on the line.  So with only seconds to act, I dove for the door handle.  As I fell to the parking lot, I somehow grabbed the door handle, stopping it from possibly crushing my baby.

But as I got up from the ground to grab Sydney and strap her safely in her seat, I noticed that my finger did not feel right.  I loaded up the rest of the groceries, and by the time we drove out of the parking lot, I was pretty sure it was broken.

A call to Rich at work and a quick (ha!) trip to the E.R. later, my suspicions were confirmed.  A broken right ring finger will be a part of our household for the next 6-8 weeks.

Which brings me back to that character flaw.  Those mundane chores I didn't do when I should have are now much more daunting.  I really wish I would have left the house this morning in a more finished state.  Maybe this will be a life lesson for me.  I can hope, right?

And by the way, it's really hard to type with just my left hand.

This is an original post to Philly Moms Blog.  Hopefully Amy will change her ways and tell about becoming a person who does things ahead of time on her personal blog, Occupation: Mommy.  Or, you know, not.