guilt?

I have a confession to make: I am a homebody. I like being at home, staying in. And I admit that I like sitting on my couch! Now certainly I do not mean all the time, because of course I also love the mall and eating out, I also like traveling and I am committed to taking care of my body with consistent activity/excercise. But the bottom line is that I really do like being at home. I often blame my poor husband for this, saying that I would be all adventurous and active if he was more motivated, but alas, this is not true. There's this part of me that thinks if I sit down on the couch to watch a movie or read a fiction novel I'm wasting time and/or being lazy. Even if I have nothing else that needs to be done! I'm not sure where I developed this complex, but there it is. I am obsessive about feeling "productive", I love to make lists and check things off (and yes, I write things on my list that I have already done just to cross it off...I am crazy). It's not a bad thing that I like getting things done, or that I feel good about a clean house, but I tie my own personal value and worth to these feelings. But honestly, is it a waste of a day or am I a terrible person if at the end of a day where I worked hard taking care of sick children, and then came home and put a good meal on the table for my husband, I want to relax a little? Do I have to clean the toilet and do all the laundry to be a good person? I say NO! What is it that tries to tell me otherwise? I think everyone struggles with these kinds of issues, tying their worth to something insignificant, instead of resting in the knowledge that I have infinite value because of Christ's finished work for me on the cross. I think I need to write that on my hand, or have it tatooed...or perhaps instead I will pray that Holy Spirit remind me of it every second of the day...cause I tend to be a little forgetful. :o)