“Megan, what homework do you have for today?”
“Hallo? Earth calling Megan Moon?”
“Waiiit, mum. I need to check my student planner.”
Fifteen minutes pass by while mum bashes out a work-related email.
“Oi, Megan, what homework do you have for today?”
“Hmmm…Math worksheets, one Science paper, some Chinese…”
“Okay, get to it, I don’t want to be screaming at you at 9pm again, okay?”
“Can I take a break, muuum? I’m so tired.”
“Okay, twenty minutes, then you MUST start work.”
One hour comes and goes, because mum is either #1 checking emails, #2 mucking about in kitchen, #3, sorting out family-related admin, #4 wasting time on FaceBook, Scramble with Friends, Words with Friends, #5 on the phone etc.
“MEGAN TEO!! WHY ARE YOU NOT DOING YOUR HOMEWORK??!!!”
“Muum, but Dozy has got heat spots, you see? I need to put cream on him. And he’s sooo cute, I must cuddle him a little bit more.”
Mum: “HAIYA!! WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS PROCRASTINATING? YOU WILL NEVER GET ANYTHING DONE! HURRY UP!! MOVE IT!!”
Megan: “GRRR!!” Stomps off to her schoolbag, “GRRR!!”
Half an hour later.
“MEGAN, IS THAT A STORY BOOK I SEE ON YOUR LAP?? WHAT ABOUT YOUR HOMEWORK??”
And so this plays out, mum descending into shrieking banshee mode, depending on the strength of the coffee she’s just consumed.
Procrastination is evil incarnate. If not for the dreaded P-word, I’m sure Megan would be right on top of her work load, have gotten the requisite amount of exercise, and sufficient rest time daily.
And yes, of course this her well-meaning mummy speaking. I would have done much better in my studies back then too, if I was actually studying and not hanging out in the school canteen with my buddies. So I resolve to do better each day, with to-do lists and reminders on my i-phone.
And then my good friend drops off a copy of Longbourn, which I’ve been meaning to read for a while.
Guess that to-do list is just going to have to wait.