When I was waiting for #4 to arrive, I realized that I hadn’t written anything down in #3′s “baby book”. In fact, it had been about 4 years since I’d put anything into #2′s either. We knew that #4 would be our last; unless we came upon a dumpster baby or found one on our doorstep- in that case we’d be “finders-keepers”. We actually talked about it in the same way that other people talk about winning the lottery. But I digress….
So anyway, I bought this really lovely book. I thought that I’d use it to keep track of all the amazing and (HA!) “unforgetable” stories about the kids. What you said/ate/did first. You know- the stuff we really make up years later when you can’t remember any of it? Yeah, that.
So I wrote in it at first. A few pages, actually. Then I put it away someplace safe. A few months later, I stumbled upon again and added a few more pages. It went on that way, but even when I knew where it was I procrastinated. I’d do that after I did “this”. Finally, when #4 was 11 years old I picked it up to realize that in almost 12 years I’d only written 15 pages. Really sad! I read those pages are was remided of things I had totally forgotten.
It makes me realize that I have no memory of many other things that I probably forgot to write. This stuff won’t matter to anyone but them, but when my parents both died I felt sad about the loss of those stories. It’s so important to have people who know the story of your life. I wanted my kids to have those stories. Doing it online seemed like the perfect answer. I’m always online anyway- it allows me to procrastinate when I should be doing housework. Or finishing all those projects.
Then there is “the cookbook”. Syd (#2), doesn’t cook at all. She has laid claim to my old, tattered and stained copy of Jim Fober’s baking book, as well as all those recipes I’ve written on the inside cover, blank pages and finally jammed on sticky notes all over the place. I thought that if I put some of their favorite recipes they would all have them forever and ever.
And surely, since I was doing it online, I would never put it off. Why procrastinate when it’s what you do to avoid doing what you should be doing?
Well, why indeed? Why put off doing something you actually like? Because procrastination is just my thing. I put off getting up in the morning. I put off chores and hobbies. I put off going to the bathroom until the commercial~ even though I could just pause the program because it’s taped! And you know I put off going to sleep. Somehow the days just go by, and before you know it a whole month has gone by.
Well, I’m back. And I’ll surely procrastinate again. But first I’ll stop by tomorrow and write about Christmas. And perhaps a bit about snowmen. Unless I put it off. :-)