There are days when I think I’m going to do a whole lot of nothing. I’m like, “I’m going to stay in my pajamas all day, watch lots of reality TV and surf Pinterest for hours.” Then, 9:00am hits and I’m like, “I should get dressed and get stuff done.” It’s a curse, I’m telling you. Just call me the ‘Queen of Getting Things Done.’ I mean I’m really good at it. To be honest, by 9:00am I’ve already cooked and cleaned up breakfast, fed the animals, started a load of laundry and vacuumed up lots of dog hairs.
Is there such a thing as being too productive? Because I think I’d like to diagnosis myself with this rare disorder. Granted, I’m lucky enough to spend a lot of time at home (without human children) and have the time to get stuff done. There are days, however, when I wish I would just stop accomplishing already and chill the fuck out.
Or, honestly, I’d like my husband to be able to take a day off work and chill out with me. I think nothing sounds better than curling up in bed all day, watching movies on the laptop, reading, playing games, scouring every home decor magazine in the house (my favorite activity) and eating. Yes, all in bed. Of course Jack will need to be right there with us, shedding his many dog hairs, but he’s so cute that we’ll allow it.
Next week I’m on the road again for work, so I suppose that whole day-in-bed thing will have to wait. Maybe I can convince Rob to do this for my upcoming Birthday though (March 26th for those of you that would like to send me a gift)? In the meantime, I’ll get some shit done.