My guess is every profession when mixed with the personal can get a bit surreal.
I can only speak for mine - clergy - and this past week had its definite moments of surreal. The Boy had a project due for school and so the week was peppered with time spent on that. I tried to do that parent dance where you suggest things for the project, but don't push things on the project (admittedly his decision to skip my suggestion of a 3d addition to his poster was a wise one).
In the middle of picking out pictures and printing them out the phone rang. It was the niece of a beloved parishioner - he had been admitted to hospice. I found out the details, hung up the phone... found the glue and the scissors and kept the project going.
My wife has been balancing parish and editing a book and running an organization and parenting... I don't know how she does it.
I'm exhausted by the sacred.
And the profane.