Piddle packed her bags today and went up to Santa Barbara. Schmedly celebrated by sleeping in the center of our bed (Schmedlyville once again!) all morning. Ernest hasn't noticed.

I had a moment of clarity today. I saw my friend John over the weekend, and he was telling me that his son was at the tutor's that afternoon. He has trouble concentrating on his schoolwork and daydreams a lot in class.

I had procrastinated all weekend on working on the 3rd Disney head, and woke up early this morning with the determination that I would make up for lost time. At about 10am, I read an email and realized they hadn't even opened the box I sent Thursday for Friday, so I could just send this 3rd hat Tuesday. Besides, there is no mail today. (but I bet there was Fed Ex, which is how it would ship anyway) What should have happened at this point was Busy Little Bee work, but instead, I spent the day not quite working. I have done 6 hours of work over 17 hours.

What I realized is this Disney hat is NO DIFFERENT than any and all homework assignments throughout my school years. Inevitably, I would leave it to the last minute. I would get it done on Sunday nights, maybe getting up early Monday morning. I would spend hours and hours wasting time in my room, reading books, talking on the phone, rearranging the furniture, maybe taking a stab or two at whatever the project was, but the bulk of it was done last minute. I wouldn't leave the house, but I still wouldn't do the work.

Today I did do a mountain of laundry, bake brownies, worked on arrangements for France, and spoke to Sophie in London. (she called me!!! Of course I had to talk...) I should have just left the house for a few hours and gone to the mall. Would I be more efficient? On the other hand, why am I so hard on myself? Obviously, it's not working. I still get the stuff done, and it looks great.