Hi my name is Stephanie, I’m a recovering Procrastinator.
Procrastination is a disease. It can be passed down from generation to generation. As a former procrastinator I feel it is my duty to stop future procrastinators by watching for the warning signs.
Not really, but really. I used to procrastinate a lot more than I do now. Every once in a while I’ll find myself slipping into procrastination mode especially around the (ahem) holidays or Fridays after three o’clock in the afternoon. When you have a profession that has deadlines (which most of them do) content writing, social media, there isn’t a lot of room for error. Procrastination is not your friend.
This post is not about me however, it’s about my 13-year-old, know it all, procrastinating son.
Kameron was all geeked up this morning because I promised him that I would take him to the video game store to pick up the new WWE game he’s been saving up for. He didn’t want to wait until Christmas to get it, and his mother wasn’t just going to go out and buy it for him for kicks. So chores were suggested to earn money in order for him to purchase the game himself. One thing about Kameron, if he wants something he is very (almost to the extreme) motivated to get it.
So when I picked him up from school he announced that “it was going to be a great rest of the day” because he asked me about 20 times if we were going to get the game. I asked him what kind of homework he had. “Spelling, literature, and my passport project.” The passport project was something he had worked on a little and I suspected that there was more on it to do than he would have liked to admit.
He started unwrapping the game even before we left the store. “Mom this is so cool” he said as we were driving home. I told him that we could work on the spelling and literature when we got home. After that he could play his new game for a while but when dinner was done he had to work on his passport project which he casually mentioned was due TOMORROW. “Ugh” I thought, something tells me this is not going to be pretty.
Disaster comes to mind now that I think about it. When Mr. D started helping him with the project I could hear Kameron whispering to him. I turned the tv down and started asking questions. There was a lot of work to be done according to Mr. D. So they started working on it together. About an hour into it, I heard Mr. D ask Kameron to come over and look at something. I knew exactly when that little booger was doing, he was playing that game while Mr. D looked something up. Sternly I said “Kameron are you playing that game?” He looked over the ledge of the loft and said “yes.”
I could feel my blood pressure rising and a hint of steam was beginning to come out of my ears.
“Bring me that game” I said. Kameron with tears in his eyes brought it to me and sarcastically said “I probably won’t get this back until Christmas.” I smiled and said “probably not – now get back to work.”
He was probably thinking in his head that he purchased that game. He saved the money, paid for it himself, so I couldn’t possibly take it away from him. Here is what he doesn’t understand, the game even though he bought it, is mine. The x-box that he plays the game on is mine. When you don’t do your work, or procrastinate until the last-minute, those things will be taken away from you for an undetermined amount of time.
Shit, I’m my parents.
When Kameron finally got done with his project we all had a little talk about starting projects earlier, working on a project a little bit at a time so it’s not so overwhelming, and being more diligent about planning his homework schedule.
He said he understood. I caught him looking over at his game resting on my dresser.
Yeah, the game is going to be there for a few days bud.