I don’t know why I do it.  I procrastinate, and I do it daily.  I’m always behind, running late, just missing the bus, hurrying the kids, feeling guilty about that tucked-under-the-pile project that never gets air … the list goes on.  I’m not sure if I’ve always been this way, I really can’t remember.  I know I’ve never been the first one out the door, but my memories of rushing only go back to high school.  That probably means I always have been this way, and once my mom stopped cajoling me to get moving, I’ve been the late one.