Bad Daughter

So I still have my dad's Father's Day presents sitting on my dining room table at home. I realize that Father's Day was over a week ago. First I kept them at my house thinking my dad was coming for a visit, but he didn't stop on his way back to Rapid City. Then I wanted to finish the t-shirts I said I would make him last summer so I could mail the whole package to him (and also burn a copy of the CD I bought him because it's so awesome! Is that wrong? I also read the books I buy other people for gifts, but I do it very carefully. I can't help myself!). Except I didn't have the t-shirts even cut out yet. It only takes me 1/2 hour to sew one of his t-shirts, but have I done it yet? No. Instead I hang out with my friends, weed my garden and watch mindless television. I started to think of other projects I wanted to start, but wouldn't allow myself because I had yet to start the t-shirts. This morning I couldn't take it anymore. I cut out the three t-shirts and hopefully will get at least one or two made before kickball tonight. Sheesh. Why is motivation so hard?