Too Hot to Handle: Study Time on the Compound

Friday, May 10, 2013

Study Time on the Compound

Our neighbors are an integral part of our lives. We do so much together, it is almost an extension of our own family. We jokingly call ourselves "The Compound" and often do things as a compound. We go to the same parish, we usually do our grocery shopping together, eat meals and snacks together. And it is amazing how close our families have become in a year.

This includes study time. Here is homework time on the Compound:

Take some time to enjoy these little moments - they can be gone in an instant. Enjoy those muppets, love your FF and enjoy your weekend.

1 comment:

MelissaMay 11, 2013 at 8:10 PM
That's so awesome! It's looks lovely and Springy there.
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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.