Procrastinating 101

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As I begin my new entry, it is 7:30 on Sunday morning, eight days before Christmas 2007.

I am in my kitchen attempting to focus on the last two assignments to complete before my break from classes for the holidays.  Admittedly, it is very difficult to focus.  I have some shopping yet to finish.  I skipped a couple holiday parties because I have so much unfinished stuff to do.  This will be the first Christmas that my older son isn’t home.  To be honest, I am quite sad this year.

I am not the first mother to have a child not home for Christmas.  It happens to us all at some point.  I just don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing this year.  My older son, in the Army and across the continent, rooms in the barracks and has such limited space.  Being so far away, I don’t know what he may need but won’t ask for, or what he’d enjoy that he has a place for. Money is always an option, but is so cold. 

My younger son is home, and I’m happy in that.  He has a lot of ‘growing up’ to do.  He’s 18, but quite irresponsible.  Well, perhaps irresponsible isn’t the best word.  He’s very compassionate toward his friends and will go out of his way to help them.  I’ve done that.  The problem is that he will take off in the middle of the night to give a ‘friend’ a ride home.  That sounds great, but what he doesn’t get is similar consideration in return.  He has no vehicle now, due to a wreck, and his ‘friends’ don’t come around.  They aren’t real friend, they are opportunists.  This is a lesson he must learn.

He also makes bad choices when it comes to employment.  He had a ‘fast-food’ job but didn’t call in and didn’t show up one evening … surprise, no more job.  He was running a friend around.  Then he took a job that is 20 miles from the house, worked a week and decided he didn’t like it.  He tried to quit but I came unglued, reminding him that he can’t get a job with a resume that reflects the type of history he currently has.  I told him that he must continue working this job until he finds something else.  That may be harder than I thought, now that he doesn’t have a vehicle and works a 1-7 shift. 

What do I want Santa to bring me?  Happiness and success for my sons.  They don’t’ have to grow up to be Donald Trump, but I want them to be self-supporting, and happy.  I’ve done all I know to set them on the path, the rest is up to them.

Well, that’s enough procrastinating …. Back to the books.

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