Confessions of a New England Pastor's Wife

Here are my thoughts, my stories, my rants and raves.
Contrary to the ideal of my role as a Pastor's wife, I do not know everything, am not close to perfect, and am open to having my mind changed.
My only appeal to you; I measure all that I trust up against the words of the Bible, so if you want to convince me, you'll have to start there.

I'll kick this blog off with this:

I've just read the first 3 commandments in Deuteronomy. Listen to ch5v:12-15(NIV)
"Observe the Sabbath day by keeping it holy, as the Lord your God has commanded you. Six days you shall labor and do all your work, but the seventh day is a Sabbath to the Lord your God. On it you shall not do any work, neither you, nor your son or daughter, nor your manservant or maidservant, not your ox, your donkey or any of your animals, nor the alien within your gates so that your manservant and maidservant rest, as do. Remember that you were slaves in Egypt, and that the Lord your God brought you out of there with a mighty hand and an outstretched arm. Therefore the Lord your God has commanded you to observe the Sabbath day."

Why is it so hard for me to stop working? Am I living like a slave? I never noticed God making a point to say "you WERE slaves, so now, live like THIS INSTEAD."
This is New England after all, the frenzied, busy, production capitol of the nation, so to speak. The staunch self reliant boot strap crew who won't even take a free coffee (believe me, I've tried it as a 'random act of kindness' at a few Dunkin Donuts; you'd think I offered them cyanide.)
But here I am, barely taking a Sabbath; sneaking in a few ebay posts here and there, constantly thinking about "production...production...production."
Why is it so hard for me to do nothing? Or just ONE thing, for that matter?
I must LOVE being busy. I must believe it's righteous and worthy and the only way to get things done. But now I'm thinking that I'm living like a Slave.