Okay really, I procrastinated that task all week last week.
I found every other mundane task on my to do list and got it done. I was creating projects for myself rather than doing the one I knew I needed to do.
I found really bad TV shows that were just too enthralling to walk away from. I had to watch The Bourne Ultimatum when I found it on TNT, with commercials even, because I've only seen it a handful of times before. I had to reorganize and control my friend settings on Facebook and clean out my junk mail inbox. I also went through my own pictures on Facebook about 74 times to ensure I remember all the fun times and that nothing inappropriate is tagged. This week, I couldn't just create lesson plans, I had to research every aspect of them and decide if they would be successful in my classes. I found articles and books that I've been meaning to read for months that all of the sudden had an immediate sense of urgency to my life.
Finally, before bed last night I broke down and within 15 minutes the whole house was spick-and-span.
The most amazing thing is had any one of those activities mentioned above been the task at hand, I probably would've cleaned my house as a way to procrastinate getting it done.
My parents messed up when I was born because I really believe my true middle name should've been "Procrastination."
Now I'm just stuck in Procrastination Station.
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