Procrastination.

You'd think that being a lawyer that I'd be better about ensuring things were done well in advance of any deadline.  Yeah, not so much.  You'd be shocked how many attorneys drop their items to file with the court in the mail on the last day possible at 5:00 p.m.  Usually those documents are still hot off the presses as well.

Well, procrastination also rears its ugly head into my daily life.  I do the dishes when we are out of spoons.  I get more formula when I have made the last bottle.  I buy a new bra when my undewire finally cannot take anymore and pops through causing me all sorts of pain.  I do the laundry when Noelle is out of clean underware. 

Usually nothing too serious happens.  Just a mere inconvenience.  However, this week my procrastination caught up with me...

I have known for years that I needed to order a copy of my birth certificate.  My parents have sworn up and down that they gave it to me years ago, but I cannot find it anywhere (oddly enough, neither can any of my siblings, so I bet somewhere in some basement our birth certificates are just sitting).  I do not live in the state where I was born, so I had to send in a request.  I filled out the form to order it about two years ago and never sent it in.  I figured I could put it off.  Nope, not this time.

On Monday I found out that I need to prove my citizenship (I am not in trouble, no worries) via birth certificate or passport by next Tuesday.  It normally takes 5 weeks to request and receive a birth certificate from the state in question.  So because my lame ass did not get my birth certificate years ago, I had to pay $53 for some middle man to get the document for me and overnight it to my house. 

Yeah.  I suck.

Upon relaying this story to some friends, one friend said her mother would normally ask her if she had learned her lesson, to which she would reply "probably not."

I doubt this is the last of my procrastination...

but one can hope, right?