My husband Lew is a hard worker. When he works. I don't mean that to sound demeaning whatsoever. He works extremely hard 9 months of the year. The other 3 months (which happen to be winter), he is off.
It used to bother me that he didn't have the same desire as I do for undertaking home improvement jobs or reorganization projects (like, um, alphabetizing everything we own - don't get me started). Then an amazing thing happened.
Lew got sick and had to take four days off work. But he still had to do his paperwork so it wouldn't pile up on his desk. Every morning a courier would bring a box filled with manilla file folders, and every evening a different courier would take them away. Lew spend at least six hours each day working. While he was sick.
While I realize that being home allowed him to take his time and not rush through the work .... six hours of paper work is very intense. And that doesn't include floor time, testing, and training his crew. His brain must be fried by the end of the day let alone by the end of December.
Now that I have a more realistic view of what the man deals with during his 9 month work schedule, I have laid off the pressure for him to produce during his downtime. Sure, there are still things that have to get done, and he is happy to do them. In his own way, in his own time.
