Not bad for a fat girl

Deferred Maintenance


It’s early Saturday morning, the start of a three day weekend. I should be nestled under the covers, snoozing away, but instead I’m here, checking on the service hours of my auto shop. I should have done that ahead of time. They opened an hour ago. I should have been there at that time. I was asleep.

You see I’ve been driving with a “check engine” light on for the past week or more and I need to take the car in. I know it’s just for an overdue oil change, but those oil changes are important. I understand that, and yet I keep driving that poor car and telling myself that it’s just a few more miles, and I’ll get the oil changed soon. Wrong approach. I know this. Now I’m up earlier than I would like and I’m about to head out on this chilly morning to finally take care of business. Still, I’m procrastinating, telling you all about this exciting event rather than just doing it. Why do I do this?

ac904e_ec04cdfb43a8def448c1952c710a98f5.jpg_srz_600_600_85_22_0.50_1.20_0.00_jpg_srzIt’s not just the poor car, either. Right next to me on the desk are two cards that I received in the mail. The first is from the dentist’s office. They miss me. The second is from the vet. They miss my dog. Again, just routine stuff, a cleaning, some vaccinations, basic maintenance issues. I must make those appointments.

I wonder why I do this. I would never deliberately damage my car, harm my dog, or wreck my teeth, but by not maintaining them properly that’s what I’m doing. I do it with my health too. I’m overdue for a lab appointment, and I’m dreading going in.

I think I know what’s going on here. I blame it on being busy, and honestly I AM busy, but that’s not the whole story. I think I’m afraid of bad news. I don’t want to know that there’s a huge repair that needs to be made to the car, or that my cholesterol level has gone back up, or that I have a new cavity. I’m like the ostrich with its head in the sand. What I don’t know won’t hurt me. However, as we all know, that’s a lie.

It’s time to get going and face the music. Or the Muzak as the case may be. I think that’s what they play in the waiting room of the auto service center.

Author: BulgingButtons

I'm a middle aged woman doing the things that middle aged women do and trying not to beat myself up. I'm living the life I choose with the man I love, the grown up son who impresses me all the time, and the most adorable pup ever rescued from the euthanasia list. We live in the heat of the Southwest, where I regularly sweat through my Lane Bryant bras.

13 thoughts on “Deferred Maintenance

  1. Sadly the “wake me up when it’s all over” doesn’t work :o) But sometimes I wish it would :o)

  2. We are definitely experiencing some synchronicity here, including this: I blogged about my Check Engine Light recently, too. I appreciated this post — thank you!

  3. Many of us do this I think. It may be because all these tasks are not exactly pleasant and we would rather be doing something else with our time.

  4. Sometimes I put off filling in forms that only take a minute. Why do we do this?

  5. Oh, gee whiz, BB. You procrastinated on like, three things. You should be canonized a saint for only neglecting that little.

    A few months ago, I wrote about all of these really pressing things I was putting off taking care of.

    I’m pretty sure I still haven’t done any of them.

    You’re alright, lady. ๐Ÿ˜‰

  6. Sign me Your Fellow Ostrich in The Garden State ๐Ÿ™‚

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