I would have used half-ass in the title, but then realized my Mom tends to read this and thought it best to stay away from using the word there - so I used in the body of the blog instead. You're welcome.
It's safe to say that I now find myself as a procrastinator. Officially. There are times I've been way ahead of schedule - like packing for a trip - I used to pack at least a week ahead - now it's a frantic run through the house grabbing everything that Ryder could possibly need for a 20 minute drive. Diapers. Wipes. Extra clothes. PJ's. Sophie the Giraffe. A ball. Two winter hats. Two blankets. A full dispenser of formula. Three bottles, just in case he needs to eat. And the list goes on.
I can accept this procrastination title, however it also comes with things not truly being complete. Our laundry? Well, I get a few loads washed, maybe a couple having to be rewashed over a two week period. That extra room? Well, it's a holding place for said laundry to sit unfolded until I get to it. The basket of laundry that is now full again after taking two weeks to finish? Yep, the cycle begins again. It may be a slight miracle that any of my family is fully dressed and not wearing the chones that have been pushed to the back of the drawer only to be used in times of urgency.
The same has been true for our Christmas decorating. We managed to get almost everything finished for the house decor. We may have gone to Hobby Lobby and Target a few times to gather stuff - but for the most part it is complete. Until you look at our stairs. There may be have done garland with a ribbon just slightly around one side of the staircase.
I put this up the day after Thanksgiving and have yet to touch it. Half-ass procrastination at its finest.
Hopefully I will get it all complete by the time we take it down in January. It's a long-shot, but at least I have set my goals.
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