What I learned

Over the course of moving my work, I learned something about myself that I find a little odd. I discovered that the busier I am, the more I get done. And what's even odder (I know, I know, it's not a real word) is that my sister, without prompting, said the same thing about herself to me the very same day I realized it. Huh. Must be a gene. The first two weeks of January, I was at work for over 70 hours per week- and I still got almost as much housework done as I do when I work 36. I think the problem is that, if I have time to sit down and get comfortable, I get lazy. Now all I have to do is somehow learn to not allow that to happen. If only it were that easy....