Procrastination

I know I said I'd have something last Friday. I kept thinking that if I wrote it and put a date to it, I would actually crawl out from under all of the other commitments in my life and manage a post. But there is a force greater than my best intentions. One I succumb to with aplomb...

Procrastination.

I was reading this article on MSN this morning and thought, okay... I have to put this up. Because if you're like me, you'll think it's funny. And if you're not... well, then you'll have a little more understanding... I hope.

Now, when I first saw the teaser to the article, I right away decided that I knew what kind of procrastinator I was. I thought for sure I was a 100% Dreamer Procrastinator. I mean, that just sounds so much more... dreamy. But in reading the other descriptions, I started to think that I might be a little bit of all of them.

What kind of Procrastinator are you? Check out that MSN article for the definitions. then click on the poll on the side. I'm curious to see how many dreamers, prefectionists, and other types are visiting here in my little cafe. And don't pretend you're not at least a little bit of a procrastinator. Aren't you reading this blog instead of getting back to that client or folding the laundry? ;)

As far as that little giveaway? It's going to have to wait until I get back from Oregon. What the heck am I doing in Oregon?

Dreaming...

Dreaming

I love this magnet. I laughed so hard when I found it. A little too hard making the goth kids at Barnes & Noble walk away from me. At the time, I was right in the middle of so many projects and catching up on school with the kids towards the end of the year. Something had to give. Not wanting that "something" to be my mind, I let things get a little messy around here. To most people that's not a big deal. To me, it's like not brushing your teeth for eight straight days. My home is not a museum, by any means, but I do start to get a little anxious when the dishes fill the sink and Legos are strewn about all three floors of our compact townhome. I'm much better now, but I used to obsess... ask the kids... "Everything has a place and everything IN it's place." No worries... I have savings accounts for all of them for their eventual trips to the therapist. Like I said,

I'm much better now.

These days, when I reach into the fridge for the Vanilla Creamer for my morning cup of joe, I take a second to look at my dreaming friend, breathe in deeply, and let out a little laugh at the OCD I used to be. And when I come back in from the patio, I look around the house...

and I go get the vaccuum.

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What necessary task do you wish you could just dream away? What would make your life so much simpler if it was already done? Or better yet, never had to be done again?!