Sometimes I feel like I am truly the Queen of Procrastination. I have a deadline for work on Tuesday – a court document that must be filed by the end of the day. Mind you, I’ve known about this deadline for weeks. I’ve had the information I need to prepare the document for weeks. I’ve been thinking about at least starting to work on it for weeks. All of last week I thought to myself, I have got to get working on that document this week. Yet did I work on it? No. Granted, I had plenty of other things to work on. But all week I kept thinking about how I needed a few days to work on this document that needs to be filed on Tuesday.
Our office was actually closed on Friday for Election Day. (No, we didn’t even have an election in Maryland this year, and if we had, Election Day would have been on Tuesday. So this holiday made no sense to me. But I don’t argue when my boss wants to give us a day off.) My plan, as of Thursday, was to work a regular day on Friday and get in 8 hours or so on my document. I thought this would be good because I wouldn’t have to deal with other people in the office or phone calls or emails. But then I didn’t get there until close to noon and by 2:00 I had decided I wanted to take the day off, gosh darn it. So I brought my work home with me and told myself I had to work all day on Sunday. ALL DAY. Like 9 to 5.
And here we are, Sunday. So far today I have watered the house plants, folded laundry, had some breakfast, gathered together clothing and shoes to donate to charity, worked on a couple of things for the animal shelter, downloaded bank transactions, paid bills, filed away our latest adoption papers in our gigantic adoption binder, and took on a few other things that clearly do not equal working on my court document.
I also had to clean my desk off, because in order to work from home at my desk, I needed to FIND my desk under the piles of bills, papers, receipts, yarn, and purse innards I dumped out the other day.
12:30pm rolled around, and gosh, it felt like time for a caffeine break. And I figured that while I was enjoying my drink I should really blog about my procrastination. Because blogging and procrastination definitely go hand-in-hand. (This is SO true.)
I have already planned on a mid-afternoon break of working on leaves and trimming some plants in the front yard, because it’s a beautiful, warm, sunny November day. Besides, our neighbors have all taken care of their leaves and we haven’t, so really, we have to get on it.
The dogs will certainly deserve a nice long walk this afternoon. If I make it extra-long and fast, I can even count it as some exercise for me.
I really should do some laundry.
Later today I have to drop off Macy for Beagle Boot Camp (it’s not really called that, but she’s going to stay with my friend, a certified dog trainer, for the week to get some obedience training under her belt). So she deserves a lot of snuggles this afternoon, don’t you think?
I’m totally behind on Gossip Girl. And tonight is the season finale of Mad Men. And I’ve been making some nice progress on my latest knitting project, so I don’t want to lose momentum.
Yeah, I’m thinking I’ll be lucky to get in a couple of hours of work today. I can already almost guarantee that I will be in an all-out panic tomorrow because I barely accomplished anything over the weekend. But I guess I know somewhere deep down that it will be okay, and that I will survive, and that the document will get done somehow and it will be fine.
And with that, I’m thinking I should find me some lunch.