Thanks to my parents, I was taught to do first things first. Which means that on Saturday the first thing I do when I get up is make my bed and get dressed. I've been groomed to get the chores done early. The faster the chores get done, the faster I get to play.
The problem with this is I'm a procrastinator. I leave term papers to be started, proofed, and finished until the last minute. I leave dishes in the sink until it overflows. I *think* I still need to change my address at the DMV.
I should check on that.
I'm sure there's some collegiate study from somewhere that says we are all some type of procrastinator. Right?
I leave the clean clothes piled on the bed, while I do absolutely nothing all day, until 15 minutes before I crawl under the sheets all zombie-like. Then I bust a groovy move on those clean undies and all of the sudden I feel good about my day.
As I'm sure so many say, I just do better under pressure. A long list + a short deadline = a productive little me. The things that need to get done? They get done when they get done. Deal.
I'm now an adult (as the computer viruses, car registration, and tuition + fees have so kindly reminded me) and I don't always do the first things first. And who can blame me? That's just not very fun.
The problem is there is no other adult to defer to. I am the adult. While I'd rather be fishing, reading, laying in the sun, or hopscotching down the lane, I have to think about things because there is no one else to think about them.
So while I'm dreaming about my sunny vacation coming up where I get to lay on the beach and not move unless I want to (or have to pee) I am first concentrating on getting the rent paid. And if I save up those few extra dollars while I'm at it, vacation will be that much more enjoyable.
See? I'm so grown up.