“Stop dilly-dallying, Jolene,” my mother would say back in grade school in the 60s. Gasp… yes, I’m a boomer, and ADHD was not even our vocabulary back then, or at least not in a big way. I was probably procrastinating doing what I didn’t feel compelled to do, like the dishes or getting ready for school. But isn’t that all kids? On the other hand, I was always a perfectionist, and found that order was a way to feel in control.