|At one point he was gone soo much,|
they wanted to make him a welcome home sign!
Now, totally different story. Things will still go wrong, because it is a 48. And I do find myself with a grumpy instant response when he asks about a 48, even though there is no need for that.
But, I enjoy the time without him. I am not sure if that is bad, but I enjoy my time and not feeling guilty about watching what I want or working on this blog or watching Doctor Who with the muppets. I enjoy not having to be quiet when I wake up. I have even learned to enjoy having the whole bed to myself.
|I was making the bed...emphasis on was...|
I did not marry and firefighter. Many local firewives giggle at this blog and my FD t-shirts that I have accumulated through photography and social media...and firewife friendships. But all of this has helped me to reach this place of contentment. I have accepted that I may just be an introverted extrovert...that needs this time alone. And that is okay.
Tomorrow he comes home from his 48. Last night he was on the box and ran all day and all night. Tonight he is actually at the engine he is assigned to, weird, really. My girls are at my in-laws and boys and I are bonding. Life is good.