Diary of a Procrastinator

writing pensI paced by my desk numerous times this morning glaring at the computer screen like it was a dreaded dental appointment.  Chanted in head: “Write.  Blog.  Get out of the cube.  Write.  Blog.”  A few times I walked by the desk turning my head purposefully so I didn’t have to be reminded.  Saw laundry basket sitting next to desk.  Remembered I needed to bring it downstairs.  I paused to consider picking it up, and then decided to ignore it, too.  Gave myself ultimatum that my choices were laundry or writing and, without hesitation, picked laundry.  Downstairs in the laundry room I stopped to notice all the piles of paperwork and boxes of jewelry supplies that still need sorting through.  My wanna-be-jewelry studio has hung over my head like a sopping wet hoodie since we moved into the house 3 years ago.  This sad state of affairs was overwhelming so I headed back upstairs.  I’m not totally useless – I started the washer.  Wandered aimlessly around the kitchen looking for a snack.  Noticed how adorable the cats looked in the sun room as they both attempted to sniff fresh air out the same window.  Aww they look cute.  Grab camera.  This turned into a full kitty modeling session that lasted at least 15 minutes until, one by one, both cats got up and walked away.  Was it something I said?  Suddenly I was hungry.  Eat.  The dishes that had been sitting in the sink for at least 24 hrs suddenly HAD to be washed that. very. minute.   Hmm –  If I remember correctly, my toilets need a good cleaning . . .

2 thoughts on “Diary of a Procrastinator

    1. Dee Post author

      Oh you don’t know about my obsession with laundry? I’ve always liked it. Yep, I’m a weirdo!


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