Grrr. I hate procrastinators. I really really do. Maybe it's because it was a problem of mine in the past, but I honestly can't think of anyone who really likes procrastinators, even if they never were one.

So, I'm guessing you've figured out this post is about someone procrastinating. Again. And this time he's sick, so I can't even talk to him about it. But that's not the reason the dishes aren't done. Because they are dishes from Sunday, up to and including this morning, and he wasn't sick then. So now I've done the stupid dishes, I'm pissed because I had to do them, I had to do them because I can't stand to live in a pigsty, and I'm rolling more and more things into the reason that I'm mad. Like the fact that when he moved in we made a deal that he would do the dishes, and I would do the laundry. And he did them, faithfully, apparently just long enough to be sure that we'd stay together. Because since then I can't even count the number of times I've heard "I'm going to do them right now", every day until finally I look like I might actually get mad about it soon. He's started to say it about a lot of things these days. "I'm going to shave today, I'm going to do the dishes before we watch that, I'm going to do whatever it was I told you I'd do just as soon as I...." And days go by. Each one with the same statements. Argh. I don't know what to do about it. He says (when he's mad at me) that I treat him like a child. Well, it just so happens that teenagers seem to need a lot of the same coaxing to get stuff done as he does. Is that my fault? (cont'd)