Okay...so I procrastinate. Go ahead and light the fire.

Yes, dear friends. It is almost hear again! What is that, you might ask.....Thanksgiving....Christmas....the weekend.....payday? Oh no.
The end of the month. The time each month when I am reminded that I am a true procrastinator and that my gene pool has passed that on in such a strong and significant way that it will last for generations to come. No doubt. There will be future little Dianne's out there hundreds of years from now wondering what the hell happened and why they can never get things done on time regardless of how hard they try!!! They will get organized at the first of the month, make a plan, set the work out to be done and dive in.

The first few days always go well. So well indeed that it amazes me sometimes and I wonder why can I NOT do this all month long? Then the work day gets longer and longer and longer, stretching from dark to dark...and the exhaustion sets in.

Then I begin the "dragging of the work to and fro" portion of the month. I know this part well because I spent YEARS doing it as a teacher. Same technique, different stuff in my bag now....but the same basic plan. Pack it up, double check that you have everything and more than enough, almost too much for a pack mule to carry......and then load it up in the car and take it home. Once you get home, (after dark, of course) you have to be VERY careful about slowing down. If the slow down process begins then it is all over sister and the bags will NEVER be opened and work will not be done. (and I know this how???) There is nothing more self-defeating than having hauled 20 pounds worth of crap home to work on only to return with it the following day in the same state it went home in. I don't know....maybe I am thinking of the story of the Elves and the Shoemaker and that those little suckers will just magically appear in the night and type away! Hasn't happened yet, but one can hope.

By the middle of the month I really do start the "feeling sorry for Dianne" part of my month where it appears that all of the other kids are having fun except for me because I'm having to stay in at recess...or so it seems. My days get longer, paper work slows to a near halt during the day sometimes and more of it gets put on the "I'll just catch up on that when I get home" pile. I guess I've just not made it home yet.

Then comes the crunch time. I know it's coming, I see it coming, but it's like a wreck happening in slow motion....just over and over again. This means I have to spend 10 hours finishing up this weekend!!! Recently I have confessed that I believe I am not ONLY a procrastinator but also a POOR judge of how much time it takes me to do certain tasks...such as complete 4 days worth of billing. When I think it should take 2, it always takes 4. I am always way off on my estimate, so I am going to have to stop even making one until my skills improve.

As for the future generations that will have to accept the procrastinator gene, I will try to make up for it with green eyes (would someone in my bloodline please get them?), cute toes and my stunning wit and personality that is sure to be passed along.
Just remember, it's always something......dbaer