Not My Problem

As our move gets closer, I've noticed a slow-but-sure onset of the "Not My Problem" disease.

I think it's a combination of the upcoming move, everything we still have going on here, and 3rd trimester pregnancy.

Or perhaps it's just a way of mentally letting go, so it's not so hard to leave.

Yeah, that sounds good. I'll go with that explanation!

I first noticed it the other day, when I was weeding thistles and crab grass out of the back flowerbed,

The thought crossed my mind that this could very well be the last time I weeded this bed.

Perhaps not. We still have about 6 weeks to go, after all, but with everything else going on there's a fairly good chance I won't get back out there. 

The thought that followed immediately after that?

"Oh well. Not my problem anymore." 

[That dandelion right in front is gone for now, but if it grows back? Say it with me, now...]

I feel a curious mix of relief tinged with guilt when I even think that, but the thought keeps cropping up--like a weed, in fact.

You know, I never did get that salvia moved that's too close to the sorbaria. 

Not my problem. 

Still too wet to till the garden or plant spring veggies?

[Shrug.] Not my problem.

I feel like it should be an acronym: NMP--though maybe that's going a bit too far.

So far, it has mostly been in regards to gardening, though I have noticed it creeping in to other areas of life as well. The school's Family Picnic needs a committee chair?

Hmm... looks like it will be in June: NMP.

Not that I'm expecting easy street once we move.

I am certain weeds grow just as well in Utah as they do here!

For the next 6 weeks, though, I think the ones around here are going to get a pass--unless they're too huge and hideous to be ignored. 

Everything else on the perpetual [outdoor] chore list?

I'll get to it if I get to it.

Otherwise?

N. M. P.

 Right or wrong, that's how it's going to be.

Might as well face up to it now.