If I told you that for most of my 30s that my idea of relaxing was watching Grey's Anatomy whilst folding laundry and checking email simultaneously, would you empathize or tell me that I'm crazy? When my hubby would ask me to just sit down with him the question that would run through my mind was always: Who's going to do everything then? I'll tell you that it's sure the heck wasn't him. I've always been in awe of how little he cares about the "small stuff."
I vividly recall going through my days finding myself walking with my fists clenched, hoping not to run into anyone that I knew that would slow me down as I was on a mission to get things done. I was always consciously checking things off my mental to do list.