You know how the guys in Stepbrothers get all excited about bunking their beds so there will be more room for activities? I get that excited about projects. If bunking the beds in my house would influence that at all, I’d be looking for extra two-by-fours right now.
Sometimes I get into productive mode and a day turns into a sort of mini-hibernation where all that really matters is getting a million things done. (I guess real hibernation involves lots of sleeping, so we’ll just ignore that. My hibernation involves projects and cleaning. It’s social hibernation.) Fortunately, a full night’s sleep resets me to Normal Hannah instead of OCD Get Things Done Hannah.
Yesterday was one of those days. I woke up, rifled through about 12 gardening books, then decided after an hour that I’d just wait to buy plants when my parents are in town for Easter. Why stress about researching plants when my mom already knows exactly what grows well in this climate?! Problem solved and on to cookbooks, where I found some recipes for upcoming cooking needs, made a mile-long grocery list, and walked away. You can imagine approximately 18 books strewn around my living room. The dog was getting nervous. There’s no telling what piles of unattended books will do.
That was project number one. Semi-successful. Then I moved on to mowing the “lawn” for the first time in 2010. It’s not really a lawn, since 90% of the green in it isn’t supposed to be there in the first place. At least the weeds are healthy. I decided that I like the clover best because of its general fluffiness. I mowed it ruthlessly anyway and am proud to say that my weeds are now all a uniform height. No more giant clumps of wild onions that you can see from a block away.
You can guess how things continued. There was some sweeping, some sorting, some Windex. It was good. And to top it all off, I cooked sea scallops and snow peas for dinner. Mmm.
So that’s a day in the life of Productive Hannah. Now it’s back to semi-laziness for a while. Peanut likes it when I’m lazy. He doesn’t have to show the books who’s boss, and there’s more time to hang out on the couch together. Now that I think of it, I kind of like the couch, too.