Friday, May 7, 2010

House & Being a Rescue Wife


Realtor came by last night. Basically, our houses aren't worth near what we thought they were. Too many foreclosures in our neighborhood. Great.

I've decided this is what stinks about real estate. So, right now, because the market is down in our area, we can get some really good deals on what we want. But that also means that we won't get crap for our house.

The realtor said our best bet is to buy, and to rent out both of our houses until the market picks up. If the bank tells us we need to sell one in order to buy, then we need to sell what is currently our rental property, as it has more equity in it.

So the next step is to meet with a lender and see what they say.

Being a Rescue Wife

Sometimes means that your husband tells you at 8 o'clock at night that he needs to leave at 9 o'clock that same night to go out of town for a recovery operation.

FireMan is now down in flood-affected central Kentucky working to recover the body of a drowning victim. If they recover the body, the team will head home right after. If they don't they will return late Saturday night.

I talked to both FireMan & the Captain a little bit ago. They've located the victim via sonar & camera, but the water conditions (due to the flooding) are hampering recovery efforts. Captain said they put a diver in already once, but had to pull him out for safety reasons. I don't know if said diver was FireMan or another.

So at 8pm last night he gets the news, then I get the news. We keep FireGirl up a little late so she can say good night to her daddy. FireGirl's bedtime prayers include a special request for God to keep her daddy safe & bring him back to us. FireMan was supposed to be home with FireGirl today, so daycare had to be arranged. Our plans for the next few days, days when FireMan would normally be home, are gone. Trainer session at the gym for tonight had to be cancelled. I can't just go to get a workout in because now I have to drive 45 minutes out of my way after work to pick up FireGirl. Hoping to actually spend some family time together, gone. I stayed up late, hoping to hear from him. Talked to him just after midnight, then not again till I called the Captain's phone a little bit ago. FireMan's phone isn't getting reception down there. Worry in the back of my mind. All. Night. Long. All. Day. Long. And if he isn't home tonight, then All. Night. Long. again. Rinse. Repeat.

I'm very proud of him. He's great at what he does, and he loves it. The job is difficult & dangerous. But he's great at it. He really is. I've been fortunate enough to see him at work. What others struggle to do seems to come naturally to my husband. It's a tough job, but one that he loves.

And sometimes I wonder: is it harder being the hero? or being the hero's wife?

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