yeah, I think that'll wait....

I am fully aware that I'm a terrible procrastinator.

In fact, I planned on writing this post a long time ago, but decided to wait. See?

It's becoming apparent that despite all the good qualities I passed on to my kids, (poor eyesight, crooked teeth, no rear end....) they've also inherited my amazing ability to procrastinate the unpleasant.

Take Rooney for example. A few weeks ago, one morning before school, he was rushing around. It was 7:12. He leaves for the bus at exactly 7:30. I inquired about his urgency, and received this answer, "I'm looking for a book to read so I can do my Book Share today."

Because when you're in Third Grade your teacher likes you to read the entire book and prepare your Book Share in 18 minutes, not counting the time you need to eat your breakfast and make your lunch and find your shoes and find your backpack and find your coat and make your bed. Pleeeeenty of time. No hurry. No worries.

The very next day Hootis came in to see me in a rush, strangely reminiscent of the Book Share experience. It was 8:42 and the Car Pool is scheduled to arrive at approximately 8:45. I wish I was making this up, but unfortunately she really did ask me, "Mom, Do you have a present for a Sixth grade boy that I can take today for the party?"

Enter the sound of crickets chirping, my eyes blinking and a blank look on my face as I say, "No."

At times like these I think, "Why didn't they take after their father who was the original Franklin Planner Planning Guru"? The guy who has an organized sock drawer. The guy who actually knows where all his things are? The guy who can find any phone number in less than 2.7 seconds. The guy who has a specific spot on his desk for his stapler? Why? WHY? WHY?