Argh. My kids drive me crazy. Every day, I assign them work to do on their own, an opportunity for them to learn some responsibility, some diligence, and a chance for me to get some of my work done without standing over them, actively teaching them.
Guess what? My kids aren’t all that great at getting their homework done. The second I leave them, they start to hem and haw, fiddling with their pencils or the cats, suddenly getting hungry and wanting a snack, and going to the bathroom every five to ten minutes. It’s so dang aggravating.
Well, I want to get mad, I really do. There is a problem though.
I was never any better. I got in so much trouble for not doing my homework, that they almost flunked me out of school. I’d do great on tests, I just hated homework.
I’m still going to school. In fact, I have formation classes tomorrow. Our subjects for tomorrow are psychology, theology, and New Testament studies. Guess what?
I’m cramming all my homework today.
Yup, that’s right, I’ve been procrastinating. I’ve been hemming and hawing, trying to get some work done, and fiddling with this blog. Heck, I’m procrastinating right this second.
Ugh. What goes around comes around.
I suppose it’s time for me to stop writing, and get to work.
My theology homework was a breeze and already done, the New Testament stuff is all complete and wrapped up in a bow, but Psychology? Haven’t touched it. Haven’t even cracked the book.
You can tell how excited I am. It is so easy to finish what interests me, but the other stuff is just such a pain.
Dangit, I need to just wrap this post up and plop down and start reading.
You never guess what happened to me the other day. I was out walking the dog, heading downtown in hopes of getting some ice cream or maybe a coffee, and I saw this guy jumping on a…….
NO! It must be done now! I’m leaving!