I have a bad habit. I'm the type of person who tends to wait until the last possible minute to do stuff.
Going on a trip? I'm the girl who waits until 1 a.m. the morning of her 6 a.m. flight to pack. Paper due in college? There were many times I waited until the day before to start writing. I always rationalized in my head that this would help me in my chosen career path. I needed to learn to write on deadline.
This time, my last minute task involves a swimming suit.
See I'm heading out for a bachelorette party this weekend. A party that will involve friends, Summerfest, a sleep over and lounging by the pool. My problem? It's less than two days away and I still haven't pulled my swimming suit out of my dresser drawer. For all I know, it could have a substantial hole in the behind or it may not even fit and I could be left sans swimming suit.
I could have easily pulled the suit out a few weeks ago, tried it on and made sure it fit and there were no holes to worry about. But did I? Nah. I kept telling myself I have plenty of time. So here I am. Hours away from needing the suit, which is still packed away in my dresser.
Of course that's an entirely different worry. What if the suit isn't in my dresser? After all, it was just a few weeks ago that I discovered all of my summer shorts were neatly folded and tucked in my dresser....at my parents' house.
I guess I better go home tonight and make sure this swimming suit exists. Otherwise there could be a shopping trip in my near future.