Procrastination Station

Hello there, I live at Procrastination Station. Anyone else? I hate this about myself. I don’t remember always being a procrastinator. I wonder if it’s just something that happened after having three boys?

I left my mind on Insane Lane and here I am with front row parking at the Procrastination Station. Sometimes procrastinating even leads me to Boo-Hoo Avenue...

I wait until my car is limping into the gas station before I fill it up with gas. I wait until the night before an assignment is due before I start. I wait until “later” to put my debit card back in my wallet [and then I spend hours looking for it]. I wait until the last second to get out of bed in the morning and then I’m running around like a mad women trying to get everyone out the door on time. The list goes on…and on…and on…

I wait until we have to climb Mount Forever-est Laundry before I wash a load. I wait until two hours before company comes to clean my house [insert crazy mad lady].

You guys get the point? I didn’t write this with any wise wisdom. I’m still living at the station. Anyone parked beside me??


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