The Procrastinator...

That would be me. Why? I dunno. I must get some sort of sick thrill out of not doing something when I have plenty of time. If I've got time now, might just as well wait until tomorrow when it really needs to be done, and just get in there and do it. Ugh.

When that happens I go in to total focus mode, sprinkled with raving bitch. I get pissed at myself for not doing the task at hand sooner, and if someone talks to me or steps in my path, I go off. As if I'd like to blame that person for ME not being done.

The current chore that needs doing is the organization of photos and memorabilia that is all over the dining room table. Could have worked on it yesterday, but yesterday the urgent need was to get the border paper off of the walls in Travis' room. Today when I came home from work, I was just plain old tired and wanted to do nothing. Although the afternoon not-motivated-after-coming-home-from-work was kicked into high gear, aided along by too many late nights in the past week.

And so it all sits. However, the motivation for getting it cleaned up tomorrow is the fact that it's our monthly soccer meeting night. I'll have to get a few things in order to be ready for that...not the least of which is balancing the checkbook and being ready to present our current financial position as well as writing checks for Paul to sign.

But I'll do it. After I get home from work. Or maybe I'll go to bed early tonight, wake up at o-dark-thirty, and get busy.

Stuff always gets done. I just wish I knew why I always put it off.