Duct Tape and a Pre-Nup

I have a flat tire. I'm so tempted to call my dad. Vehicle maintenance issues has always been his area of responsibility. I just assumed I'd never have to worry about my car, but I forgot to specify in the pre-nup that I wasn't dealing with this shit. So DH took the big kids to school and I'm supposed to take care of the car. Add it to the list. I'll also be fashioning an astronaut costume from duct tape, acquiring store-bought treats for this afternoon's Halloween party, and getting the store ready for tomorrow.

Normally, it wouldn't be a huge deal. Lately, however, my mind feels like a landfill of little worries. I've piled them up, and it seems one wrong step could bury me alive. I can feel the lines in my face settling in for the long haul.

My biggest problem is that I am both a people-pleaser and a procrastinator. So, I say "Yes, Yes, Yes. I can do that. Sign me up. I'll make it myself. Let's go all out. If not me, then who?" Then I cast it aside until it's time to follow through, and I have to go digging through my brain's dumping ground to try to remember where I'm supposed to be and what I'm supposed to have done. I've always been this way. I really thought it would fade with time and maturity, but apparently it's just one of those charming character flaws I've heard so much about. Lucky me.