I'm Goddess, and I procrastinate. Take this morning for example. I told my friend I would bring a dessert to playgroup today. Have I made the dessert yet? Of course not. When do I have to leave? In an hour and a half. Plus I need to shower and dress and get three children dressed and ready to go in that time. Am I mixing cake batter as I type? Of course not. Am I simultaniously conditioning my hair as I upload photographs? No way, that would take attention to detail. Instead I'm blogging.
We're moving next weekend. I live in a three bedroom house with five people. I keep looking around going "Damn, we've got a lot of stuff." Have I started packing? Not really. Do I even have boxes yet? I've got about a dozen. That should be enough shouldn't it. Why do I put off things until they reach a crisis point? I always have. Write a ten page term paper in college, not until the night before. I do my best work under pressure.
If I neglect my blog next week please forgive. The Greatest has threatened to pack the computer first so I will not be able to use my blog as a forum for procrastinating. He's also threatened to pack my knitting needles second. So I must buckle down and be disciplined.
In the meantime gaze upon the lovliness that is my Vogue Sweater blocking.