Too Hot to Handle: playing in the park

Friday, May 4, 2012

In Wisconsin, If You Don't Like the Weather...

wait five minutes it will change. Which is soooo true. We had 80s in March and frost for most of April. 80s yesterday and the day before. 40s will be here later this afternoon. I am hoping my hubby will get the OT he put in for today. My kids and I will enjoy homemade mac n cheese and some movies, as the cold front comes in. I can't wait for the day to be over! I love the weekends!

Wednesday we spent the night outside, talking to our neighbors, enjoying my hubby's yummy fajitas from the grill. Yesterday, we took the kids to the park, threw the ball around, swang on the swings, watched some of my freshmen on the JV bball team. It was so nice. This might be the end of our spring. The next time we have any sort of heat, it may very be 105 in the shade with 95% humidity.

Enjoy my lovelies in the park.

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.