Too sexy for my boots

So, I'm sitting here on my bed with the Super Bowl on t.v. half regretting not going to the party Todd and the kids are at, but knowing I need a little rest. I LOVE Superbowl parties. I love the food. I love the rivalry. I love the trash talk. I love laughing at the silly commercials. But, tonight, even though I feel like I'm missing something great, I'm resting. So, why am I tired? Well, when in my adult life have I ever not been tired? Okay, today I'm tired because I put in 44.5 hours this week at work. Yes, work. I haven't really posted about it because I really don't like to post about me as much as I do about my kids, or events we've been blessed to be part of, or vacations, etc.

(Uh Oh. The Giants just took the lead. Andrew's surely upset. I can see him right now sitting there in his Patriots hat getting razzed by the kids rooting for the other team since he's probably been talking smack all night.)

So, back to my job. In the middle of December I started working full time as and EMT for our local ambulance service. I absolutley love it! I wish I'd found it as a career sooner in my life. Now, it has been a BIG adjustment for our family. I went from homeschooling to working full time in a matter of months. I was really worried about this, but my ABSOLUTELY AMAZING husband has been incredible! On the days I work, he's home a little earlier than usual to be with the kids when they get home from school. The way I described my initial concern was, "I know he'll make sure they get their homework done, but I tend to make sure they get it done and have the correct answers." Well, my concerns were unfounded. He is doing a great jobs drilling spelling words, signing permission slips, juggling orthodontist appointments, etc. I feel a little guilty sometimes that I'm enjoying my job so much because I've always felt a HUGE pull toward my home and family as my one TRUE job. But, he's balancing things so well that I feel secure doing this thing I love.

Yesterday, I taught first aid to Boy Scouts at Merit Badge University at Western on behalf of my employer. Since Andrew was participating in the univeristy, I just took him with me. We had to go by work first to pick up some supplies. When we walked into the bay where all the ambulances were parked, Andrew was really impressed. I got tickled because he said, "Whoa. You're one cool mom to have a job like this!" After we gathered our supplies, we were on our way to the event and Andrew pulled his Ketek ink pen (one of Todd's drugs pens) out of his pocket and inserted a Medical Center ink pen in its place. I just beat Dad in the cool points category!

With this new job came many changes. I joined the gym, and while I have not been as often as I should, I went 9 times in the month of January, which is a definite start. My goal is to get in enough shape not to hurt me, my partner or any patients. Not too bad for a gal who has lived a fairly sedentary life the last few years. One of the other changes is my attire. work boots have become my footwear of choice. (Hey, they're comfy!) Todd and I have always had this sort of running joke in the spirit of "She's Thinks My Tractor's Sexy." He wears suits and ties five days a week and often athletic attire the rest of the time. For me, it's always been a little turn on to see him in jeans, a white t-shirt and his old farm work boots. Well, the tables are turned. He thinks MY boots are sexy! So, I'm not there yet, but I'm going to the gym, wearing work boots and I have a cool job. I feel like I ought to be eating granola, climbing some rocks and wearing a backpack.

I guess I'll get back to the game. I need to have something to discuss with my little Patriot fan when he returns later.