Procrastination Can Be Dangerous

I’m heading to my sister’s this weekend to watch her five beautiful and spunky children while they attend a weekend retreat. I’m looking forward to spending time with her four girls, 1,4, 7, and 9, and her little man, who’s 3. They’re an energetic crew with wonderfully diverse personalities. As I start packing tonight for the wild adventure, I remember that my eyeglasses are broken. I wear contacts, but I don’t have the kind I can sleep in, so I usually remove them before bed and wear my glasses from the bathroom to the bedroom and vice versa in the morning. Well, while in Italy this February, I went to put my glasses on and all the screws spontaneously came loose and the glasses crumbled in my hand. This was unfortunate. I thought to myself, “I’ve definitely got to get that fixed as soon as I get home.” As I said, that was back in February and today is – Wow – July! Where does the time go? Every night for 5 months now, I’ve gone to bed legally blind. It concerns me that if my house caught fire or lightening struck it, I would most likely be bouncing off walls and falling down stairs just trying to save myself. Not a pretty picture. Because I have procrastinated in getting this small task accomplished during the daytime, I find myself asking God in the nighttime, to keep me safe and grant me the gumption during the waking hours to get off my butt and get my glasses fixed. Now, on this upcoming weekend with the five munchkins, I’m flirting with a different kind of disaster. Each morning, I’ll be awakened in the wee hours with anywhere from 2-10 eyeballs staring at me, but all I‘ll see is mounds of brown wavy hair. I won’t know if there are 4 of them on the bed, or just two of them. There may not be a fire or lightening strike, but if word gets out among the youngsters that auntie can’t see them, there’s no telling what’s gonna go down.

I think I’m going to tape up my glasses…...