So Much To Do, So Little Time
Have you ever had one of those days where you truly wonder how in the world you’re going to make it through? One of those days where every strain of your being is put to the test? A day in which you are faced with more obstacles than are in an American Ninja Warrior course? This past week, I had one of those days. In the midst of the normal tax season-induced chaos, my CPA hubby and I were faced with an unexpected challenge that tested what little mental and emotional strength we had left. We were told we needed to rush our usually perfectly healthy, five and a half year old German Shepherd to the emergency vet for immediate surgery or his chances of survival were slim to none. Nothing like being faced with that on a sunny Thursday afternoon.
Let me back up a little and give you the cliffsnotes version of how we got to this point – the 24 hours leading up to our trip to the vet, our dog has had a bit of a stomach bug. We didn’t think it was too serious, but it clearly became very serious very quickly. The local vet gave us awful news regarding the prognosis; it was a surgery or death situation. We were told that time was not on our side and that we needed to get to the emergency hospital as soon as possible.
We got our pup to the hospital where we had conversations about blood work, x-rays, and medical records. We sat patiently waiting while he was examined further. We assumed he would be carted off to surgery momentarily. We held hands and prayed as we tried to wrap our heads around what was happening. And as we were facing the thought of either major surgery or saying goodbye forever to our dog (who is treated like royalty in our house – yes, we’re “those” dog loving type of people) my CPA husband, who has consistently been putting in 14+ hour days for months on end, was stressing about having to leave work so early less than two weeks before tax day.
To clarify, he wasn’t indicating that his job was more important that this family emergency. His priorities were right where they needed to be, which was made clear by the fact that he made it home in less than 15 minutes after my hysterical phone call to him. But I have to say, the work ethic of a public accountant is a force to be reckoned with. In his mind there is always something more that needs to be taken care of. When someone isn’t pulling their weight, he steps up and picks up the slack without batting an eyelash. Although he was worried sick about his dog – scratch that – more like his best friend, he was also facing an internal struggle. So much to do, so little time.
The pressure cooker that tax season becomes for these accountants can be unbearable at times. There literally is more to do than could be accomplished even while being awake 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. The weight of the world is on their shoulders. There are only so many hours in a day, so they lengthen the waking hours and cut down on the free time hours. My man fits as much as humanly possible into these hours, to the point in which sometimes I wonder if I’m even married to a human. I don’t know how he does it, but I do know he is the hardest working person I’ve ever met. And he manages to keep it together when everything around him is falling apart.
Fortunately, as of me writing this post, our dog doesn’t need to have surgery and he is back home resting peacefully – or at least a German Shepherd’s version of resting peacefully. What I learned throughout this whole debacle is that my man is not just my rock, he’s my freaking superhero. There’s just no other way to describe his superhuman abilities.
As I unraveled into hysterics at the prospect of losing our dog, he level-headedly asked all the right questions and got all the details that we needed to make an informed decision. He safely got us to where we needed to be in a more than timely manner. He was able to rationalize through everything while I was spinning in circles, high on an adrenaline rush. We took it on as a team, but I have to admit he carried me most of the way. And while this experience really opened my eyes to how amazing my husband’s ability to handle anything is – it also brought to mind the countless other times that he kept everything together for us. And doing it so eloquently all the while in the busiest, stressful, most intense time of year. How does he do it?! Time management is a gift, I’m telling you.
As busy season (thankfully) comes to an end, I know the concept of “so much to do, so little time” will become even more of a reality. Albeit we were faced with a huge scare, it was a great reminder of our priorities, our teamwork, and that our time is incredibly limited. I’m grateful to have an understanding of and an appreciation for everything that my CPA does in both his career life and his family life. As I touched on in my The Other Side of Lent post, making the most of our time is of the utmost importance. Although it has been a focus of mine the past month or so, it is an area in which I can always make improvements. My goal is to continue to rethink and refocus on where I’m investing my time to ensure the most deserving and top priority people, animals, causes, places, and things are receiving my most valuable resource: time. If someone who is as busy as a CPA during the final two week push to the April 18th finish line can prioritize his time so perfectly, little old me sure can handle it, too.