He doesn't work long shifts like this very often, thankfully. I can't wait for him to get home tonight! On a regular 96 he wouldn't be home until tomorrow morning, but he's coming home "early" and should be home around 11:30pm! YAY!
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Sometimes a girl gets lonely...
96 hour shifts suck. Period. I miss my husband. So I sit and stare at this picture (isn't he so handsome?!):
He doesn't work long shifts like this very often, thankfully. I can't wait for him to get home tonight! On a regular 96 he wouldn't be home until tomorrow morning, but he's coming home "early" and should be home around 11:30pm! YAY!
He doesn't work long shifts like this very often, thankfully. I can't wait for him to get home tonight! On a regular 96 he wouldn't be home until tomorrow morning, but he's coming home "early" and should be home around 11:30pm! YAY!
Friday, March 20, 2009
Adjusting to being busy again...
We're home from our vacation (which was totally amazing and post-worthy, but I'm lazy so check out the pics on FB!)... and it's back work for both of us.
Tuesday was the hubby's first day back to the fire station in a month, meaning it was my first night sleeping alone in a month. I HATE the first day. I slept terribly, woke up grouchy and was not very pleasant at work all day Wednesday as a result. Which meant I wasn't the most pleasant wife when I got home from work either. And he was tired and grouchy too, from being up all night on Tuesday.
We're definitely not a pile of fun at the beginning of a new cycle of work.
Okay so now he's got one more shift (tomorrow) in this cycle. Except from now until the beginning of May he's going to be teaching the fire academy classes at the college every Tuesday/Thursday night (if he's off duty) and all day every off-duty Saturday. I was suddenly struck with the realization that for the next almost two months, we aren't going to see each other much at all. The extra funds in the bank account will be nice, but I'm telling you .... it gets a little lonely.
Today I'm exhausted. I didn't sleep well (alone) again last night. The cats were all up in my business all night and when that 6am alarm goes off it's no fun. But exhaustion or not, it's Friday night and I'm going to try to have a nice romantic evening with the hubby. Unless we fall asleep again at 10pm on the couch.
Hope everyone's doing well!
Tuesday was the hubby's first day back to the fire station in a month, meaning it was my first night sleeping alone in a month. I HATE the first day. I slept terribly, woke up grouchy and was not very pleasant at work all day Wednesday as a result. Which meant I wasn't the most pleasant wife when I got home from work either. And he was tired and grouchy too, from being up all night on Tuesday.
We're definitely not a pile of fun at the beginning of a new cycle of work.
Okay so now he's got one more shift (tomorrow) in this cycle. Except from now until the beginning of May he's going to be teaching the fire academy classes at the college every Tuesday/Thursday night (if he's off duty) and all day every off-duty Saturday. I was suddenly struck with the realization that for the next almost two months, we aren't going to see each other much at all. The extra funds in the bank account will be nice, but I'm telling you .... it gets a little lonely.
Today I'm exhausted. I didn't sleep well (alone) again last night. The cats were all up in my business all night and when that 6am alarm goes off it's no fun. But exhaustion or not, it's Friday night and I'm going to try to have a nice romantic evening with the hubby. Unless we fall asleep again at 10pm on the couch.
Hope everyone's doing well!
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Honeymoon!
I'm sitting here, with my computer in my lap ... trying to avoid packing just a little bit longer. I hate packing, even when it means we're going on vacation. And not just any vacation ... our HONEYMOON! Five months after the wedding (in fact, tomorrow is Aron's birthday AND our 5 month anniversary), and we're finally taking the relaxing vacation I've been longing for.
We are traveling all day tomorrow, leaving Detroit around noon and arriving in San Juan, Puerto Rico around 11pm. We'll have all day Saturday in San Juan and then the cruise departs on Sunday.
Our cruise destinations:
Puerto Rico
Curacao
Aruba
St Thomas
St Maarten
It should be a fantastic time, and I'll post pictures when we get back on March 9! Have a great week!!
We are traveling all day tomorrow, leaving Detroit around noon and arriving in San Juan, Puerto Rico around 11pm. We'll have all day Saturday in San Juan and then the cruise departs on Sunday.
Our cruise destinations:
Puerto Rico
Curacao
Aruba
St Thomas
St Maarten
It should be a fantastic time, and I'll post pictures when we get back on March 9! Have a great week!!
A word on moustaches...
I don't like moustaches. Something about them makes me cringe ... but anyway, the guys at the fire station got wind of my dislike of facial hair and formed this:
http://apps.facebook.com/causes/216934
The Gravy Moustache Foundation. Gravy, of course, is my husband's nickname at work. And back in the days before he knew me, he had a huge bushy moustache. In fact, that picture on the cause's website ... that's my husband, several pounds heavier (almost 100) and with a bushy moustache.
So all the guys think that Aron should grow the stache back. I say no.... one, he's completely grey now, so a big bushy grey moustache would make him look so much older than his 36 years (well, he'll be 36 on his birthday tomorrow - close enough!); and two, it would remind me of my dad/grandpa/uncles ... none of which is a good thing in the bedroom. So I told him that if he doesn't shave, I don't shave. We'll see.
Ultimately, if they all want to grow a stache for a month together, I think it's kind of cute. A brotherhood thing, I guess. But that doesn't mean I have to like or support it, right?
http://apps.facebook.com/causes/216934
The Gravy Moustache Foundation. Gravy, of course, is my husband's nickname at work. And back in the days before he knew me, he had a huge bushy moustache. In fact, that picture on the cause's website ... that's my husband, several pounds heavier (almost 100) and with a bushy moustache.
So all the guys think that Aron should grow the stache back. I say no.... one, he's completely grey now, so a big bushy grey moustache would make him look so much older than his 36 years (well, he'll be 36 on his birthday tomorrow - close enough!); and two, it would remind me of my dad/grandpa/uncles ... none of which is a good thing in the bedroom. So I told him that if he doesn't shave, I don't shave. We'll see.
Ultimately, if they all want to grow a stache for a month together, I think it's kind of cute. A brotherhood thing, I guess. But that doesn't mean I have to like or support it, right?
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Married to a Profession
Sometimes I envy my friends whose husbands work 9-5 jobs. The ones whose husbands are home every night, except for maybe the occasional business trip. Sometimes. But most of the time I'm grateful for the often hectic schedule of a life that my husband and I live. Most people wouldn't understand it. My husband works 24 hour shifts, 3 times a week ... and more if he gets held over for overtime (which is fabulous money; how could we refuse?!).
But why say that I married a profession, in additon to the man of my dreams? Because the profession is more than a job to those in the fire service. It's a way of life....a different way of life than that of my friends whose husbands work 9-5. My husband has 16 weekends off a year. Yes, 16 out of 52. So when he has a rare Saturday off, I like to spend it with him. A lot of people in our lives that are outside of the profession don't understand that and get angry if I turn down an invite to a girls' night, etc. I wish they would try harder to understand our life ... my life ... as the wife of a firefighter.
Maybe this blog will help. Maybe not ... but it's a place for me to ramble on about the day to day life that I lead.
But why say that I married a profession, in additon to the man of my dreams? Because the profession is more than a job to those in the fire service. It's a way of life....a different way of life than that of my friends whose husbands work 9-5. My husband has 16 weekends off a year. Yes, 16 out of 52. So when he has a rare Saturday off, I like to spend it with him. A lot of people in our lives that are outside of the profession don't understand that and get angry if I turn down an invite to a girls' night, etc. I wish they would try harder to understand our life ... my life ... as the wife of a firefighter.
Maybe this blog will help. Maybe not ... but it's a place for me to ramble on about the day to day life that I lead.
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