I pride myself in turning one of my worst traits into a positive.
Now for those who don’t know me, I’m all about self-deprecation so it is a bit unusual for me to pat myself on the back publicly about something — save for the giving myself a high five for everyone surviving another day of me being a parent. I mean come on now: surviving a day in my care should deserve a round on the house every evening but does it? NO. Wait… I’m getting off topic, I’ll talk about that some other time.
Anyway, I am my own Rodney Dangerfield and for those too young to get my ‘I don’t get no respect’ reference — keep it to yourself of the old lady will get agitated. But for those who do know me and my role model Rodney Dangerfield, I’m not usually one to toot my own horn or even give myself a break unless forced at gunpoint. Though I gotta say, it’s amazing how many bloggers know how to use virtual handguns.
Again, I’m getting off topic.
Like I was saying: This time I’m proud and dammit, I’m going to talk about it. Mostly because I didn’t have anything else to talk about, plus this was the only time I have to write, and when I really thought about it long enough, not having anything to talk about was what I was going to talk about. Well kind of… not really… oh just go along with me, okay?
So just what is this negative turned positive that has got me feeling all “Go Katie, It’s Your Birthday“? Procrastination has made me the most productive person in eons. Quite possibly since my daughter was born. Maybe even before that time. I’m not sure it’s supposed to work that way but I suspect this is the way it goes for others.
Basically, I’ve been procrastinating over so many writing projects that my home is almost spotless and my admin stuff is up to date. Today I did four loads of laundry, swept, vacuumed, and mopped the entire apartment, cleaned the kitchen way above regular standard (which previously was impossible for me), answer a whole pile of emails which had been in my procrastination top ten list, rearranged a few book shelves, cleaned up my desktop, did a backup, plus surfed for new fonts without getting distracted for almost an hour. That last item? That is a record because when I’m looking for new fonts it’s almost guaranteed that ten minutes into the task I will have fallen into some virtual rabbit hole that will last for days.
So there you have it, I’ve turned procrastination into my bitch, feel less guilty than killing time in front of the telly, am more likely to answer the door when neighbours drop by instead of hiding in shame of my filthy place, and best of all: I somehow made a post out it.
Crossing another of the to-do’s off the list. Boo-yah. That deserves a round, doesn’t it? Now about that round… who’s buying?
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maybe this is why my house is so clean! It’s my way of avoiding things like paying bills and writing good posts. Who knew… procrastination is MY bitch, too!
Twitter Name: tenakim
@Tena, ROCK ON (and keep it your bitch, your productivity will supress any procrastination-induced guilt)
Twitter Name: motherbumper
Um…how the fuck did you do all that? It’s the meth isn’t? *shakes head* I’m really disappointed in you. You should have shared your secret with me a lot sooner.
Twitter Name: izzymom
@IzzyMom, Shhhhhhhhhhhhh! I can’t give away all my Bad Mom Trade Secrets ya know.
Twitter Name: motherbumper
Hey, no procrastination on this one: Next round is on me!
Twitter Name: MPoppinsinHeels
@MaryPoppinsinHeels, AWESOME! And I’m holding you to that.
Twitter Name: motherbumper
@katie, Hey, I’m counting on it! We’ll drink Tequila Mockingbirds until we can’t actually pronounce the word “procrastinate” any more!
Twitter Name: MPoppinsinHeels
Holy crap woman! You’re one step away from being the Canadian Martha Stewart. That’s Alan Thicke, right?
Twitter Name: alotofnothing
@Angie [A Whole Lot of Nothing],
Oh My Gosh! Best. Comment. Evah.
@Angie [A Whole Lot of Nothing], Alex Trebek actually. As long as you aren’t calling me Celine Dion, I’m happy.
Twitter Name: motherbumper
am more likely to answer the door when neighbors drop by instead of hiding in shame of my filthy place…
BWHAHAHAHA! Here I thought I was the only one. Once I made my husband hit the office floor when the doorbell rang…he thought it was a home invasion or something. Nope, just a neighbor dropping by (i hate drop-ins).
Twitter Name: allisonzapata
@Allison Zapata, Oh hell no Allison, and we are not alone — that’s why we are all get along so well here at Aiming Low. Drop-ins are the work of the over-achieving devil, I say.
Twitter Name: motherbumper
@katie, overachievers are such looooooosers!
Twitter Name: allisonzapata
Loving this. I SO need to make procrastination my bitch. Maybe then my sheets will get washed and my book would get written. Now I just have to find something to procrastinate for. For? Or would it be with? Because of?
If you want to procrastinate some more, jump on a plane and come and clean my house…please…
Twitter Name: WhoaMumma