I admit, albeit reluctantly, that I am one of those people who both freak and thrive on the deadline.
It’s funny because I always studied ahead of time in school, never left anything to the last minute etc so I can only assume this absurdity must have began with motherhood.
I guess it’s a by-product of prioratizing and procrastination–oh, now doesn’t that make sense, just another puddle of pp to a mother LOL.
Still, when the crunch time comes, I might get a little rangy, a little excitable, and even a little short-tempered sometimes, but my family now simply rolls their eyes and shakes their heads in that tell-tale sigh of acceptance–>Mom’s a loon but we love her anyway.
And now, as the children are getting older, they know no different, this is nothing new to them and is, pretty much, routine. Which sure helps those times when the crunch is on and supper ends up being a tuna sandwich instead of a roast or the light downstairs is on earlier in the morning than they are allowed to wake up LOL.
One other thing I like about crunch time–I don’t feel guilty taking time for me–as in the enjoyment of me time just to write.
And, as mothers and writers, we all know how rare that can be!