Why is it we put off things that we want to do and know we should do? That ugly old vice procrastination rears its head and days turn into weeks. I sure wish I understood why that happens.
I enjoy chatting with Dad on the phone and we even connect up on IM occasionally. That usually doesn't last long as Dad's typing skills don't allow for rapid-fire IMing and I'm usually on IM at work (not a good place to catch up with the family). Email sort of works. It just seems like there are always huge gaps between emails and continuity is lost. A phone call is really the best way to stay connected.
I've thought about scheduling in phone calls. But thinking is as far as it gets. I even try to manipulate myself into seeing the importance by playing mind games like asking myself..."How awful would I feel if I got a call that something horrible had happened to Dad and I hadn't heeded the numerous urges to call him that I've had over the last few days and weeks?"
My conclusion - the best way to take of this problem is to just make the call - even if I'm late getting home, I have to make dinner and I promised to take the Daughter shopping. Heck, I can multitask, right? So I did it. And I'm thankful I did. It's a time between both our birthdays so birthday wishes were shared. We caught up on each other and the rest of our respective families. We even shared a couple of chuckles. It only took about 15 minutes and cost maybe two bucks.
So...what was I waiting for?