Too Hot to Handle: Can you see the light??

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Can you see the light??

It is coming from the end of the tunnel. Eleven more days until the end of Med classes. I will have time to correct papers, meet with students in my classroom without the 3 stooges bothering each other over the 47 blue colored pencils that are not worthy of their drawings -- they all must have access to the sacred ONE, update my blog, run to the bathroom...all those luxuries I must have taken for granted.

February 12th, please come fast!

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AmberFebruary 2, 2012 at 9:30 AM
Yay! Glad it's almost over for you. Our crazy overtime just ended this week. So GLAD to have some extra hands around. Maybe I can shower on a regular basis now....
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UnknownFebruary 2, 2012 at 10:51 AM
Isn't it amazing how the simple things make us happy after these stretches. Overtime is a good thing when you still have diapers to buy! Enjoy having him home for a few days!
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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.