I’m going to have to do it. I’m going to have to just bite the bullet and do it.
See this pile?
It’s called mending-that-needs-done. It’s called being a good steward and patching the holes in these otherwise good jeans. It means helping my budget out. But, I hate to patch pants. I’d rather toss them. There-I said it. I’d rather toss them, which wouldn’t help my budget out or make me a good steward either one. Hummmphhh.
My sister has these friends that show up at her house with vanilla custard or a Pepsi when she posts on facebook that she wants a Pepsi or that she’s finally recovering from being sick and Culver’s vanilla custard sounds good. I wonder if I posted on facebook that I have jeans that need patched and I don’t like to patch jeans, if the magic-jean-patching genie would show up on my doorstep.
I should tell you to keep me accountable and ask me if the jeans are patched. But, I’m not going to. I’m going to say, “Don’t ask me.” Unless, of course, you want to come do it for me.
It’s going to have to be done. If you need me, I’ll be busy. I’ll be the one doing every other job I can come up with, so I can procrastinate a little longer on patching jeans. One of these days…. Well, one of these days my husband is going to reach for a pair of jeans and wonder where they all are. And maybe I’ll direct him towards this post or maybe I’ll bite the bullet.
One of these days I will get tired of putting it off, because even though I like putting it off, in the back of my mind it doesn’t go away and I know they’re there waiting. So, I’ll finally get tired of those jeans and holes hovering in the background and I’ll start patching. And when I finish I’ll say, “Now why did I put it off so long?” Because it didn’t take that long and there is such satisfaction in crossing something off of my to-do list.
In the meantime maybe I’ll go post a wanted status on facebook.