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The First Step is Admitting the Problem

3199658914_9cdd36bfdd_oHi. My name is Audrey, and I am a procrastinator.

It’s not a new problem, it’s one I’ve always had. In college I’d gather the research material needed to write my papers and create mock grant proposals. Then I’d wait until a few days before it was due to actually start the writing. Sometimes, it was the night before. Somehow this never bit me in the rear with a bad grade, so it became a habit.

I thought I had it kicked after school, though. I was so productive as a graphic designer my boss would often hold my work a day or so before showing it to a client because she hadn’t expected a same day turn around. Not exactly ethical, but it was her business, not mine. I was just proud to be the office efficiency queen.

Since becoming a parent, however, I’ve noticed a terrible trend emerging and it’s definitely the dreaded P word. Last January…I’m talking 2009, here people… I started making my son a quilt. It is a gorgeous quilt and it took me a month to complete just the facing, it has so many tiny pieces puzzled together. But that’s where I stopped. The facing. I was intimidated by the piecing together of the middle padding and the backing and the actual quilting of the three layers, so I stalled out.

I haven’t finished it yet.

Every time I look at the quilt I have visions of my own childhood and the things that were promised but never happened. My dad had a very small wood shop in the carport and he liked to tinker around and make things out of wood. Bookshelves for my mom. Tv stands. The occasional adorondak chair. He kept telling me he’d make me a bookshelf/toy box combo that would fit into my closet and would have a lid. I waited and waited for that thing to get built but it never did and I remember feeling like I wasn’t important enough for him to keep his promises. A bit harsh on the old man, I mean this was just one of his hobbies and he was a busy military man who worked long hours when he wasn’t TDY somewhere. But still. There it is.

I don’t want my son to have those feelings about me. I know he’s too young to even realize I am making him a quilt let alone feel neglected, but if I let this one thing slip by what will be next?

But project intimidation isn’t my only problem, I am trying to keep up with cleaning around the house, yard work, laundry, playing with my son, making sure he gets enough interaction with other children, attempting to have some adult interaction of my own, trying to prep myself for the 10k portion of the Ohio Marathon next month and fulfilling my obligations as a volunteer for the local toy lending library. It’s hard to stay motivated with any one thing when there’s that much on your plate on a day-to-day basis.

I find myself wondering how other mothers do it.  For me it’s going to start with a deadline. Mine is August. I have until August to get this quilt done, because I’m expecting baby #2 in October and there are so many other things I have to accomplish to prepare for that.

How do you keep yourself motivated so that you can keep those promises to your little ones and yourself?

Original Ohio Moms Blog Post

When she's not putting it off until the last minute, Audrey shares her trials and triumphs in parenting and being a modern day housewife at Planet Hausfrau.