A day in the life of a full-time working-lawyer- mom married to a fire Captain. ~ Day 4~
Plan for today:
- Open Rescue Pack
- Changing of the Guard (Husband gets home from 24 Hour shift – I leave for work)
- Family Time (sort of)
6:15am (technically somewhere between 6:10-6:13am because I set my clock ahead because I’m often running late)
Beep Beep Beep. Alarm goes off – is it seriously morning already? I’m still so very ti- (“accidentally” hit Snooze Button)
Beep Beep Beep. Oh man! Now I really need to get my behind in gear. I jump in the shower and then comes the ever prevalent firefighter wife question “to shave or not to shave – what shift day is it?” It’s hard enough to remember what day of the week it is when I’m travelling, let alone keep track of what shift it is. (plus, my ADHD meds haven’t kicked in yet!). Oh, that’s right; I didn’t see him last night, so he’ll be home this morning. (I’m really not as ditzy as I sound) Ok, “to shave” it is!
7:00:01am (or thereabout)
I’m just rinsing the last of the conditioner out of my hair when, I feel like something is – “SURPRISE!” NINJA KID was staring at me and just as I looked over JUMPS into the bathroom. “Mommy, my clock is Green?” Thanks, Kid, I totally wanted to start my day with a heart attack! “Did I scare you?” Yes, Kid, you did! I convince Kid he should start getting dressed. I realize Kid awake = 7:00am and now I have to really hustle.
I just remembered its “Jeans Week” at work. Yes! (I know – it’s the little things, right?) So, I quickly get dressed and head downstairs to make some coffee and my lunch. Kid looks at me and says “So, Mommy, can I have my present now?” Of course! This is our ritual – I get home from travelling and I give him a little toy or shirt or crazy hat (can we say Mommy Guilt!) I grab the airport gift shop bag and hand it to him. He quickly opens it, “Wow! A plane – and a truck! I don’t have a truck like this.” I think the plane actually flies – but I didn’t actually read the directions, so I guess we’ll see!
Hey, wait! What is that over there? – is that a package for me on the kitchen table? Why, yes it is! I open it and it’s my Rescue Pack from my secret firefighter wife sister, Kelly H.! This day is definitely starting off well! There are chocolates, fuzzy socks, coffee tumbler and a notepad! I want to use it all immediately, but I must try to stay on track this morning!
Hubby is not home yet, so I start “making breakfast” for Kid. (making breakfast = cup of milk and a banana until Daddy gets home to make real breakfast) “I’ll have a mango, please.” Sorry, Kid, I don’t know how to cut it – and I don’t actually know how to tell if it’s ripe yet. “It’s ok Mommy, I’ll wait for Daddy to get home to eat my breakfast.” Do you want a bowl of cereal? “No, thanks – I’ll just wait for Daddy. Maybe someday he can teach you how to make a mango.” Thanks, Kid!
I see Husband’s truck pull in the driveway and I hear the garage door go up! I love this moment. It’s the moment when I know he’s safely returned home to us! He walks into the kitchen, we kiss, and I give him an extra long hug. “I’ve missed you and I have so much to tell you, but (sigh), I have to get to work. I wish I didn’t have to leave already… I hate this, I haven’t seen you in three days and now I get to see you for just a millisecond and have to leave for work!” I know this is part of the life I signed up for and I actually do love the 24/48 schedule (usually). I love that when he walks through the door after a 24-hour shift, I’m always excited to see him. I really do believe that it keeps our marriage fresh and engaged because we do have those 24 hours apart every third day to miss each other and appreciate each other.
Well, at least we can all just relax together tonight. “Don’t forget, I have a Union meeting tonight. Will you be able to leave a little early from work, or should I get a babysitter.” What? Tonight? Boo?? He says, “it’s in the calendar.” It’s so cute how he thinks I actually look at the e-family calendar – I put stuff in there so he can keep track of all of us. I look at him and smile – “I don’t actually look at that. I thought you had me put things in there so you would know what I have going on so you could remind me and keep track of me… haha!” It’s not easy keeping me on track… poor guy – but he did know I was the “absent minded professor” when he married me.
“Better hurry up; you’re going to be late!” He seriously says this to me every time I have to leave to go anywhere – even when I’m not running late. He often gets Kid in on it too! They are both so Type-A; and, I am Type-ME. “OK, I’m off to work.” I give him a kiss and another extra long hug. “Bye! I love you.” Bye, I love you too! See you again someday! (I’m so melodramatic)
I get to work and am trying to make a dent in all the work that has building up while I’ve been away. It seems like everything blows up the minute I’m out of the office! We are paperless, so I receive everything in electronic form through email. Just as I am making some decent headway, sending out letters and getting some substantive work done, I see that little Outlook envelope pop up in the right hand corner of my screen with the subject line “Re: Trial.” I quickly open it hoping it will say the matter is settled. Not so much… Instead, my outside counsel is notifying me that the trial is going forward and I have to be in Tampa in 10 days for a week or two. Awesome.
Now, I’ve told them a number of times that I need as much advance notice as possible because I need time to arrange childcare because my husband is a fireman and works 24-hour shifts and it’s still not legal for my dog to babysit my child. Well, what’s done is done – time to make my travel arrangements!
Travel booked. Calls made. Letters sent. Time for lunch!
I eat lunch with my co-workers. My lunch everyday consists of a sandwich on white bread, baby carrots and an apple. I know, I lead a super exciting life!
Work. Work. Work. (I’m a lawyer – it’s classified)
Time to face the evening rush hour traffic!
Yeah? I’m home. Sigh, but Husband is at his union meeting already. Thankfully, he is always thinking ahead for us. He texted me to let me know he left me money for the babysitter and dinner in the fridge. He also texted a reminder to ask the babysitter if he’s available to watch the Kid Saturday morning so I can go to my ballet class. Seriously, I’d be lost without him!
I “make dinner” (re-heat leftovers in microwave) for Kid and I. Kid totally guilts me into letting him watch a little TV while we eat.
Time to play with the Kid! Luckily, Husband already put together the Stealth plane while I was at work today so it can now fly around the Kid’s playroom! That’s one huge fire family benefit – Daddy is there during the day on a weekday! I do enjoy my Mommy and Kid time. We briefly played with the new plane and truck I brought back from San Diego:
Then, we had a DANCE PARTY! We have so much fun singing and dancing to his favorite songs… and as all of our dance parties seem to go, the Kid tires out and says, “Mommy, how about you just sing and dance for me!” (translation “Dance Monkey Dance!”) And as any good trained monkey – I Dance!
Time to start the bedtime routine. Kid wants to stay up to say Good Night to Daddy. Sorry Kid, not tonight – he’ll be home late! After his most valiant attempts to stay up late, Mommy prevails! Now, Kid in bed, I wait for Husband to come home from his meeting.
Husband finally returns from his union meeting. We kiss, we hug, we exchange I love yous, and sit down on the couch. We attempt to watch one of “our shows,” but I’m still exhausted from travelling and fall asleep. I’m so sad, I’ve waited all day (plus the 3 prior days) to spend time with him and just enjoy being with each other and I just can’t keep my eyes open. Off to bed I go – to sleep… There’s always tomorrow… sigh.
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