As we're counting down the days til' we depart, we're also counting the things we have to get done. There seems to be more to-dos than there are days left. You know when you feel so overwhelmed with all your tasks, you just don't do any of it? It's not one of those, "I'd love to do it, but I have all these Breaking Bad episodes to watch." It's more of a, "I need to do these things, but I'm stuck on this couch thinking about all these things I need to do. I guess I'll just watch Breaking Bad." Some people call it laziness, some people call it procrastination. I say everything comes in its own time.
I had these two friends who never met each other and one of them was going through a really rough patch in her life. When they finally met each other, they were like old friends. They sat for hours discussing their life and struggles with ease.
"Why didn't we become friends earlier?"
"Because the time wasn't right."
Making these decisions on how we're going to rent our room, if we really need a new washer/dryer, and what are we gonna do about this roommate mouse that pays no rent is really tiresome so we just didn't do it. Maybe it's because we didn't know what the right decision was so we ignored the problem. Well guess what? It worked.
If we had rushed putting our room up on Craigslist, we would've missed a great opportunity for our friends to move in! It couldn't have been better timing and you don't get to celebrate such things over $5.00 burgers with strangers. And it kinda forces us to get a washer and dryer, so that's nice.
We've been trying to catch this 4th roommate for months now. First we put out a trap of peanut butter for Mr. Mouse which he politely refused, probably because he had been gorging on chocolate chips. Then, we sealed all the ways Mr. Mouse could have gotten in, in hopes he would find another home to call his. And we didn't hear from him for 2 weeks so we thought that was the end of it. I think we knew deep down that that wasn't the end of it. He came back. He scurried out when we were all home like he didn't even care what these giants could do to him. So obviously we ignored the problem and watched Breaking Bad. Fast forward a few weeks. I'm sitting there minding my own business when I hear this tiny squeak. I look up from my book hoping to see Mr. Mouse but all I hear are tiny squeaks coming from one specific location. We caught him! The peanut butter trap worked! No one can resist peanut butter for that long. As I'm waiting for Peter to come home, Mr. Mouse's squeaks get more desperate and I can't help thinking that he probably has a family and his family probably thinks he's been kidnapped. Peter comes home and we discuss options. Option 1: set him outside somewhere. Option 2: keep him as a pet. We go with option 1. Lo and behold, there are 2 mice in the trap! (This actually raises more concerns.) So we let Mr. Mouse and Ms. Mouse out, put the trap back, and watched Breaking Bad.
3 tasks down, 26 days to go, and a few more things to do. Everything comes in its own time.
