That's Professor Procrastinator, with a capital P

For those of you that really know me, you know I am expert at procrastination and laziness. (Both wonderful attributes in a mother, I know). Now, normally it doesn't cause too many issues. If the work gets done by it's due date, it got done right? I mean does it matter that instead of working on something over the course of weeks or months, I choose to cram it all into one day? NO! I mean really, I've written "A" worthy papers at 2 am the night before they are due. I am an ace at it (thanks Mom!) and I work well under pressure.

In fact, I am at the procrastination routine at this VERY moment! I said I was going to hang up the rest of the baby clothes today. I even went to Target and bought more hangers!! After a sad realization the other night that my hanger to clothes ratio were not in my favor, I decided to go to bed. Instead, this blog was created.... See, sometimes Pro-time can lead to wonderful things! Any who, since I am once again blogging, it must mean something important is being ignored. It is true. I didn't touch a single outfit to get hung in the closet. I almost forgot where I put the hangers (they're at the bottom of my bed- 3 feet away from me). I also bought a new hamper for my dirty clothes, a tall one that the dog can't lay in. (Exciting stuff, I know!) The damn thing is overflowing! Next time I'll go buy one AFTER I've done the laundry. That way it will look empty for a while and in turn it will look like I do laundry more than once a week (or two)...

What's really sad about the hamper purchase. Aside from the obvious.... I have a basket of clean clothes RIGHT next to it and one in my son's room. Why? Well, because I am Professor P. I wash the clothes, then I dry the clothes or hang dry the clothes, then eventually put them in the dryer to fluff out, then I carry them upstairs, and then that's it.

Laundry loses it's charm with me very easily. Not to mention, I can dig through a basket of clean clothes like a champ (thank again Mom!- she is going to hate me). Once they're clean, what more do you need? Organization? Wrinkle free clothes? Efficiency? A obstacle free bedroom? Meh... Though, I can see both the dirty clothes and the clean clothes out of the corner of my eye and it's annoying me. I also have a strong need to be organized. I have a plan and place for everything. It's just a matter of executing my plans. You know, focusing on the issue at hand.

Let me back up. The reason I am telling you this is that I for some reason I think that the baby won't come until after I am done prepping. So, the longer I put it off, the more time I have to be lazy and only have to care for one very independant child. As opposed to a newborn. Not to mention, the memories of childbirth are trickling back and I could really put that off for a while, for sure.

In a way my thinking is logical. Step B can't happen until Step A is done. Well, I keep forgetting, babies don't follow steps or rules or their mommies laziness. Am I the only one that has this problem? I really need and want to finish getting ready for the baby. I have one more box of Cloth Diapers that I am waiting for and I will have everything that I need. I just can't find the motivation or the energy.

Hopefully I am not alone in my thinking. Here's to tomorrow!!!! Wish me luck!

My first post

So at this moment I have been 25 for a full 28 minutes. For some reason I have been dreading the arrival of this birthday for a good six months to a year. I'm not really sure why. I mean in theory I have my life together and I generally have learned to make good choices. I mean, I don't live in my mother's basement and I make more than minimum wage. What more could I ask for??

Let me tell you where I sit at this point in my life and you can feel free to suggest what you think my problem is... but, be kind. I don't like Internet Trolls, which is why I have made it so that all comments get reviewed before they get published. Suckers.

So, as I said I am 25 years old. *EWWW* I am married with a 5 year old son and my second son is due in 3 weeks exactly. I have a pet Chihuahua that suffers from seizures, named Henry. I didn't pick him because of his breed, I picked him because he needed me.

I work outside of my home (full time) which explains the name WonderWOHM... get it like Wonder Woman, you know because WOHM almost sounds like woman when you say it. Go ahead and try it. See? Though I am far from being Wonder Woman or a Wonder Mom. I can dream big, this is the internet after all.

I won't disclose where I work, it doesn't REALLY matter and I won't lie, I'm sure there will be things said in this blog that will make my mother cringe. Goodness, knows how my job would feel.

To continue, I didn't go to college, but I like to consider myself moderatly successful despite that... I would have just partied myself into failing and shamed my Asian heritage for sure. So, I find it better to have saved face and money.

Some day I would like to buy a house of my own. I just want to be able to hang a picture and paint a wall with out calculating the cost and energy to cover it up or undo it.

Well, that seems like an over abundance of information for my first blog. Just a little taste of what is to come. Hope you enjoyed it, because you have to, it's my birthday and those are the rules.
Happy Birthday to me.