He walked in looking totally tired and beaten up. I know he doesn't actually look like that in this picture but I promise. He had an intensive training over the weekend for the fire academy and he could barely move. He seriously had bruises all over his arms and back. How could this have been fun? But he said he loved it and couldn't stop talking about it. I couldn't stop talking about how difficult it was to be on my own with the kids all weekend. I felt tired and beaten up. I could barely listen to all of the details because I wanted to go to sleep so desperately. What I did hear sounded pretty awful. Maybe he shouldn't go back. :)
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transition and dream-fulfillment come at a price that often feels necessarily hard to pay; however, it is beautifully ironic that your weekends perfectly mirrored each other in their demands and intensity...take the opportunity to share your experiences (without competition or regret) and revel in the concept that you both, on some level or another, can understand what the other is going through...i'll bet you have more in common then you ever thought possible.
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