I Don't Know How He Does It

I often describe PJ as the hardest working person I know. He has this thing about him that I don’t have where, even if he’s exhausted and doesn’t feel like doing anything, he will muster up the energy to do it anyway. I have admired that about him for as long as I can remember.

This week has been no different. Here’s a little list of things that have happened in the last four days:

• He, with a little help from me, has spent hours working on our taxes to turn them in before they’re due.

• He’s been on the phone nonstop with contractors regarding Holiday House and driving out to meet them in person to show them what needs to be done.

• He’s been talking all week to our realtor down at the beach house to secure a deal, negotiating and working on paperwork to sign and send back.

• Yesterday he pressure-washed our entire back porch that hasn’t had a washing in over six years.

• He wrangled up one of our sheep and made a make-shift enclosure for her out of old fencing until we can figure out what to do with her (she is sick and pregnant).

• After he made dinner for us the other night, he spent an hour helping our son with his school art project and it turned out SO cute.

• Cleaned the entire house while I ran to the grocery store. It looked brand-spanking new when I returned.

• Got our lawn mower fixed and mowed the yards at our townhouse and at the farm.

I don’t know how he does it, but he’s always been like this. His grandma, who raised him during the summers and influenced so many of his passions like flowers and gardening, was like this, too. She instilled in him a work ethic that has never let up, putting the rest of us to shame with how much he’s able to accomplish on any given day. I constantly find myself proud of him, and proud to be married to a man who can teach our kids how to work hard for what they want and the importance of it.

I don’t know how he does it, but I sure do love it about him.