It’s New Year’s resolution season. Have you noticed all the TV shows, talk radio, church services and even commercials are urging us to tackle bad habits in 2012? Truth is I’m probably hearing all those messages because I feel convicted! I know I’m supposed to do something about my habit of procrastination. But I’ll think about that later…
When I was single, my friends and coworkers complemented me for my self-discipline. Would someone please tell my husband that it’s very rude of him to laugh so hard at that description of his wife? I was disciplined back then! If you only have one duck to line up (me), how hard is that? So why put it off?
But then I got married and had kids, which equals ducks galore, if you know what I mean. And because they rarely lined up for more than a moment anyway, why should I try until the nick of time?
My descent into procrastination was gradual. I tried to keep up “duck management” in my early married life. I continued my notebook with weekly, monthly, and yearly goals. I made out a menu and grocery list for the week. I cleaned the house regularly. Mr. Clean was my bff. Somewhere after baby number one got a baby sister, I lost ground. My personal goals notebook went missing ten years ago.
Though I don’t know how they do it, some mothers don’t procrastinate! Their laundry gets done before someone has run out of clean underwear. They have eggs back in the refrigerator before they get halfway into a batch of chocolate chip cookie dough. The sheets are laundered and the bed made up before the mother-in-law is ready to retire to the guest room for the night. Of course I’ve never procrastinated to such an extreme. (I’ll blog about lying next January.)
Somewhere amidst being a wife, mothering, homeschooling and blogging, I guess I slid down a slippery slope into procrastination. So now you know why it’s time for a New Year’s resolution. I feel the call; I’m tired of the chaos. My ducks are a little older. They can actually line up on their own once in a while. I guess it’s time to attempt to return to my former life of discipline. To fan that flame. To find my old notebook. To prove my smirking husband wrong. Wish me luck!
-posted by Donna Detweiler who has not procrastinated in the writing of this blog. Victory # 1.