When did I become a procrastinator? I was chatting with my friend Eileen today and mentioned that I was finally taking the time to pay bills and do some banking that I had been putting off for sometime. I likened myself to an ostrich with my head in the sand. I knew it had to be done but couldn't find the time (lets be real, I didn't make the time) to sit down and do it. So instead, I purposely did not log onto our bank and I steered clear of our mailbox (didn't want to be reminded that I had bills to pay by receiving more bills!) Unfortunately I had to yank my head out of the sand and finally get the mail only to find a notice for a overdraft (shhhh, don't tell my husband) so with some irritation that I had just literally thrown $40 out the window I had sat down and got busy (finally) when Eileen called. Surprisingly, I continued to work while chatting (the overdraft notice was enough to keep me from procrastinating any further for fear of receiving more)
We both (Eileen and I) remember a time (long before kids) that everything in our lives had a place and all bills and paperwork was done on time. So my question again is, WHEN DID I BECOME A PROCRASTIONATER????
Upon examining my life (eek! I try not to do that too often) I found that with three kids in the house there is a lot of paperwork, homework and just not enough time in the day to do all that needs to be done. That of course it the procrastinator in me talking, full of excuses of why I can't get it done now.
Someday, of course, the kids will be out of the house and THEN, then I will get it done!
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