Too Hot to Handle: One Test Down

Monday, March 12, 2012

One Test Down

My hubby passed his Paramedic Final this morning!!! YEAH!!

So, we have his Practical Exam done, his final for the class done, that leaves us with the written for his National Boards next month. Graduation is less than a month away. Then, I get to hope that we are on the Red shift instead of the Blue, but I am not going to hold my breath. He will be on the Red at Truck 1 until his results come in and then he is off to a Med Unit, still to be determined.

Happy Day!

3 comments:

MelissaMarch 12, 2012 at 7:56 PM
Congrats to hubby! Good job!
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M.March 12, 2012 at 10:23 PM
Woot!! Hopefully I have similar news to share about 16 months from now :)
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JodiMarch 13, 2012 at 12:11 PM
Congratulations to your hubs! Great job!
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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.