I hear a lot of people talk about how they're "the biggest procrastinator ever." I'm sure most of them are exaggerating however, as I'd like you to meet THE biggest procrastinator ever...my husband.
There are many examples I could share with you to prove this fact, however one always comes to mind that makes me chuckle. Eddie is in the process of finishing his Bachelor's degree. Most of his classes are online and the assignments must be electronically submitted by midnight every Sunday.
Late one Sunday night about a year ago, I was sound asleep, snuggled up all warm and cozy in my bed. I was deep in R.E.M cycle when suddenly, I was yanked into consciousness as Eddie hastily shook me awake. Like a patient awakening from a 3 year coma, I mumbled, "What's happening? Where am I? What's going on?" Eddie was desperately trying to ask me something, but I could not put together what was happening. After a few seconds I gained my bearings and heard what Eddie was asking me, "What's it called when you are thinking about an idea and forming it in your head....?!?!?!?" He stuttered, urgently trying to explain what he meant.
"Uh...conceptualize? Develop?" I mumbled.
"Okay... thanks!!!" He ran back to the living room and I immediately resumed my slumber.
The next morning, the murky memory suddenly hit me, "Did I dream that you woke me up to ask me some kind of stupid question in the middle of the night, or did that really happen?"
It really happened. He woke me up at 11:58 pm because he was having a brain block when trying to finish an essay for one of his classes. He showed me the electronic time stamp of when he submitted his homework the previous night. It was like a science fiction movie when they save the world at the last possible second. The time was 11:59, and 56 seconds. See? He wins.
Ah Eddie. He's one of a kind, but he's my one: