Too Hot to Handle: Friday night alone

Friday, January 14, 2011

Friday night alone

and look what I do. Search YouTube! Sad really, but the kids are in bed, the K9 units are sleeping at my feet and my kids at work have gotten me hooked on Michael Israel's work. He is awesome, but this has been my favorite so far. Thoughts??

Michael Israel's Hero

2 comments:

UnknownJanuary 15, 2011 at 12:59 PM
Hey Trina, I'm Brock's wife Maureen. He was at the academy with your DH and is at engine 5 now and also on the blue shift. I found your blog when I saw a post of yours on firewives.com and I was excited to see another cub wife from MKE! Your blog is great!
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UnknownJanuary 15, 2011 at 1:28 PM
Thanks Maureen! How is life at E5? Isn't it nice to know you are not the only one?! LOL Somedays... :) Since the boys are both on Blue, we should do dinner some time.
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I AM

Taken from "The Fireman's Wife" by Susan Farren

I am thank ful. This has not always been an easy walk for me.

I am disappointed. We have missed family gatherings, weddings, dinner engagements, birthday parties, and holidays because of shift schedules and overtime.

I am patient. There have been dinners spent at the firehouse waiting for Daddy to return from a call while the kids get cranky and the food gets cold.

I am nervous. I awake at 3:00 A.M. hearing creaks in the house and don't have the comfort of my husband beside me.

I am tired. The house is full of sick kids and there is no relief in site because Daddy is on a seventy-two-hour shift.

I am jealous. Jealous of all the women whose husbands came home at 5:00 P.M. to have dinner and hold them at the end of their day.

I am worried. I worry that he may not come home one day. This I try to tuck away.

I am content. We have decided to give up my career so I can stay home and raise our children. We no longer have an abundance of money or things. It is the greatest freedom I have ever known.

I am incompetent.There was a time when I considered myself moderately intelligent. I now struggle to remember where I left my car keys, the diaper bag, and, occasionally, the baby.

I am waiting. Knowing the phone may one day ring for me.

I am doubting. Doubting that God hears all my prayers. Doubting I am the kind of wife and mother He needs me to be.

I am trusting. Trusting that my husband will come home again.

I am confident, I am embarrassed, I am lonely, I am surprised, I am overworked, I am underpaid.

I am...The Fireman's Wife.