I HATE waiting! I see something that needs to be done, I do it.
I am learning to wait... well, maybe not. More like I am learning how to tell people to do what needs to be done. I am learning to let them do it to the best of their ability, which isn't always the way I would do it, if I could do it myself.
My foot is healing. I can put more weight on it, but I did too much the other day (a trip to Lowe's with Sam to pick out paint for the basement wall he replaced) and spent the next day with my foot elevated again.
Sam and I have always joked that me with a broken leg would be basically useless, and he would have to take me out back and shoot me, like a horse with a busted leg. I am thankful he was joking and not serious, and technically, I broke my toe, not my leg!
I do have the best husband EVER! He has tried so hard to make sure I am comfortable. He brings me coffee in the morning, he makes me breakfast (corned beef hash, eggs, and toast), did the grocery shopping, replaced and painted the moldy wall in the basement, moved and expanded the dog kennel, moved the chicken emporium, cleaned out the grain shed, and has split and stacked enough firewood for two years.
Another week and I should be able to walk without too much aggravation.
Showing posts with label husband. Show all posts
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Saturday, January 14, 2012
Saturday, November 6, 2010
The Fireman's Wife
I just finished the book "The Fireman's Wife" by Susan Farren.
I laughed, I cried. It is kind of amazing how similar her experiences were to what I have experienced with Sam's firefighting career. If anyone wants to know what goes on inside the minds of those of us married to a firefighter, this book is the answer.
So I thought I would write out some of my own "You might be a fireman's wife if...:
... every vehicle you own has a Maltese cross decal on it.
... nearly every t-shirt your husband owns is a memorial shirt for various firefighters from all over the country. The rest of his t-shirts are department issue.
... everyone thinks it's great that your husband can deal with all the emergencies that happen in your home... except that if something bad happens, it's guaranteed he's working at the firehouse and on a call.
... the batteries in your smoke detectors are fresh every 3 months.
... your kids know the difference between a fire truck and a fire engine.
... you can in your head, figure out the "24 on 24 off" schedule to determine if your husband is scheduled or not. Not that it matters, because he'll be called in for overtime on whatever day you need him home, anyway.
... you plan your life as if you don't have a husband and are delightfully surprised if he is able to accompany you.
... you know what IAFF, LODD, SCBA, NFPA, and IFSTA mean.
... you say a prayer when your phone call ends abruptly with "Gotta go," click.
... you have a love/hate relationship with the word "overtime".
... the playing of bagpipes makes you tear up.
... you have had Christmas/Thanksgiving day in the apparatus bay.
... every room in your house has at least one thing in it that is firefighter related.
... you have learned to let God have control and to trust that He will bring your husband home safe. And that even if He doesn't, He is still God, and He will be with you through that too.
I laughed, I cried. It is kind of amazing how similar her experiences were to what I have experienced with Sam's firefighting career. If anyone wants to know what goes on inside the minds of those of us married to a firefighter, this book is the answer.
So I thought I would write out some of my own "You might be a fireman's wife if...:
... every vehicle you own has a Maltese cross decal on it.
... nearly every t-shirt your husband owns is a memorial shirt for various firefighters from all over the country. The rest of his t-shirts are department issue.
... everyone thinks it's great that your husband can deal with all the emergencies that happen in your home... except that if something bad happens, it's guaranteed he's working at the firehouse and on a call.
... the batteries in your smoke detectors are fresh every 3 months.
... your kids know the difference between a fire truck and a fire engine.
... you can in your head, figure out the "24 on 24 off" schedule to determine if your husband is scheduled or not. Not that it matters, because he'll be called in for overtime on whatever day you need him home, anyway.
... you plan your life as if you don't have a husband and are delightfully surprised if he is able to accompany you.
... you know what IAFF, LODD, SCBA, NFPA, and IFSTA mean.
... you say a prayer when your phone call ends abruptly with "Gotta go," click.
... you have a love/hate relationship with the word "overtime".
... the playing of bagpipes makes you tear up.
... you have had Christmas/Thanksgiving day in the apparatus bay.
... every room in your house has at least one thing in it that is firefighter related.
... you have learned to let God have control and to trust that He will bring your husband home safe. And that even if He doesn't, He is still God, and He will be with you through that too.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
How to Panic Your Husband
Step 1: Husband goes off to part time job around 1PM.
Step 2: At 4:30PM Start supper and get kids taking care of the animals.
Step 3: At 5:30PM Set kids down at the table for a hot dinner of Ham (won at the fair), broccoli and rice.
Step 4: Get a phone call just as you stab your first bite of ham. Put fork down and answer phone.
Step 5: Have a conversation that goes something like this:
ME: Hello
CALLER: Hi, Amy. This is Sally. Are you going to the Smith's (another Smith family!) with us for dinner tonight?
ME: (rapid intake of breath) I forgot all about it! We'll be right there!
CALLER: Okay, we'll wait for you.
Step 6: Yell, "Everybody FREEZE!" Say more calmly, "Put down your forks get shoes on and get in the van, NOW!"
Step 7: Miraculously get everyone out the door in less than five minutes. Have dinner with the Smith and Jones families, keeping an eye on the clock to make sure you are home before 9:30, when husband is due home.
Step 8: Have husband get out of work earlier than expected. Have him come home to a dark, empty house with barely touched dinners still on the table. Husband sees no blood and assumes whatever it was couldn't have been too bad, but he calls several people, just to be sure.
Step 9: Spend the next day calling all the people the husband called to reassure them you haven't run off with the children to Bora Bora.
Step 2: At 4:30PM Start supper and get kids taking care of the animals.
Step 3: At 5:30PM Set kids down at the table for a hot dinner of Ham (won at the fair), broccoli and rice.
Step 4: Get a phone call just as you stab your first bite of ham. Put fork down and answer phone.
Step 5: Have a conversation that goes something like this:
ME: Hello
CALLER: Hi, Amy. This is Sally. Are you going to the Smith's (another Smith family!) with us for dinner tonight?
ME: (rapid intake of breath) I forgot all about it! We'll be right there!
CALLER: Okay, we'll wait for you.
Step 6: Yell, "Everybody FREEZE!" Say more calmly, "Put down your forks get shoes on and get in the van, NOW!"
Step 7: Miraculously get everyone out the door in less than five minutes. Have dinner with the Smith and Jones families, keeping an eye on the clock to make sure you are home before 9:30, when husband is due home.
Step 8: Have husband get out of work earlier than expected. Have him come home to a dark, empty house with barely touched dinners still on the table. Husband sees no blood and assumes whatever it was couldn't have been too bad, but he calls several people, just to be sure.
Step 9: Spend the next day calling all the people the husband called to reassure them you haven't run off with the children to Bora Bora.
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