I cannot stand procrastination! That being said, I am happily married to a giant procrastinator. We are talking the man was born late,and hasn't been on time since, procrastinator. They say opposite attract, and that must hold true because I am the person who sets schedules and still arrives 30 to 40 minutes early for everything.
Just last night, I came home at 6:25 with my husband occupied on the gaming console to, "oh, hey you're home early."
"Nope, store closed 25 minutes ago, I thought I would have been here at like 6:15 so I feel like I'm running late. What's for dinner?"
"It's going to be the chicken and vegetables, can you cut the potatoes while I finish this level?"
"Um... OK, when will it be done though? I have a conference call at 9 and then I need to work out and login to my online desk at Beachbody."
"I'm not sure, I still need to brown the chicken before I put it in the pressure cooker."
At that point I put my head down and just started cutting vegetables being critiqued along the way by various household members. When I was done I put them on the freezer so he could put them in the pot the way he wanted. He gave up on browning the chicken. Shocker. Then I had cut too many veggies to go with the chicken so dinner would need to be made in stages, again no big deal, I can go do my online stuff and then it will be done.
The first veggies came out perfect! Success!! So he put the second batch in with the chicken and went to start on the sauce. This was great, he was making excellent use of his time until I came in and asked where he put the veggies only to discover he left them on the small table and the dog ate them.
It is now 8:30. It is now bedtime for the kids. It is now time for Gigi to get antsy and want to take his meds because it is the "perfect amount of dark." None of this is happening because the dinner that very well could have been done on time now had to be remade because the dog ate it.
Cue deep sigh and the therapist recommended counting to 10. We wound up eating dinner at 9 as I took my conference call for Intro into Coaching with some great ladies.
At this point working out the way I had planned was not going to work unless I wanted some real indigestion so I did weights and my 30 day challenge stuff only, with the plan to wake up early so I could fit in 2 workout tomorrow.
Let's fast forward to tonight. Again I sit down to login to my online office, but this time my daughter interrupts. "I just need to log in and print off my STEM project for tomorrow." What she left out is that she still needed to research and create it.
"How long have you had this project?"
"Since Monday. Why?"
"Did you start on it Monday?"
"No."
"So you had time for a sleep over and 2 playdates, but you had no time for your schoolwork, is that what I am to understand?"
"Well I forgot."
"Do it quick. We will talk about it later."
The dryer is buzzing so I go in to swap the laundry. The attendant had brought down Gigi's laundry. Finally something is on schedule. Oh wait why is the hamper full of wet towels that I put into wash this morning? I open the dryer to find my daughters clothes in the washer and the dryer. She was apparently too busy to put the towels in the dryer so she put them we back in the hamper for me to, I dunno, wash again because time is in abundance around here.
Cue another large sigh.
"Bean!"
"What?"
"Why is your laundry in the washer and dryer and the clothes I put in to wash in the hamper wet?"
"Because I forgot to do mine yesterday and I didn't do it last week and I don't have any more clothes."
Count to 10, Sae, count to 10.
I. Blew. Up.
There was a bit of would you do this to your father, mixed with some am I your mom or your maid, a sprinkle of I don't have time for this, and a dash of consequences.
My really ugly argument didn't strike until she yelled back that's not what daddy would do. Then I'm pretty sure I looked and sounded like Desi Arnez from I Love Lucy mixed with the pointer finger straight in the air and head roll, and I'm fairly certain my eyes were bugging out of my head like the Pinesol lady from the commercials in the 1990's.
When mommy gets this angry, no one is happy. Gigi gets upset and rocks, Obie hides until the storm of words passes, Jax deflects and points out everything every one else is doing wrong and Bean, well she pouts.
And do you know that girl still asked me to play on the Disney Infinity after she finished swapping her laundry so I could do her brother's and the towels again, before she finished her STEM project because there is no printer paper left because she finished it last week, but, surprise, forgot to tell anyone.
I guess I just won't ever understand why some people, my own family included, can't just buckle down and get things done whether it's all at once (not last minute)or little by little. One thing is for sure going to change in this house though... A lack of planning on your part will no longer constitute an emergency on mine. I'm not going out at 8pm at night to buy paper. I'm not accepting games over chores or school work, and I'm not settling for dinner after bed time anymore.
There are some changes brewing. I wonder how an accountability group in my house would effect the outcome...
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