If you follow me on Pinterest, you may know that I am slightly addicted. You may also know that I have an affinity for green clothing and all things rainbow. You may have also recently seen my new board addition: Fire Loves.

Now I have an easy way of curating all of the awesome fire stuff I come across during my Internet jaunts. I’m so excited. What have I found today? Well…

First of all, can someone crochet this hat for me, pattern found on Etsy. Not really for the boys. For me. #46 please.

Crocheted Fire Helmet

Speaking of crocheting, I think someone needs to make a FireFamily set of these firefighter sock monkeys for us.

Firefighter Sock Monkey

And I’m ten kinds of sad that FireDad said, no, we cannot have this bed. I am sad.

Firefighter Bed

So, yes, I’m addicted to Pinterest. If you find something firefighter related, be sure to @ me on the site.  Follow me, but beware… I am addicted.

 

 

I’ve learned things over the years as a fire wife. I (mostly) keep the scanner turned off when FireDad is at work. I go back to sleep (most of the time) when he’s called out to a fire in the middle of the night. I generally try to focus on the kids and the stuff of life that needs to be done when he’s working his normal 24 hour shift.

Technology makes that a bit more difficult.

I was behaving yesterday. I had the scanner turned off. We were spending a lovely day at home. I hadn’t talked much to FireDad on the phone but I knew that he had been busy, just as we had been at home. I called at one point but there was no answer. I figured he was busy with some fire station work. After the boys settled down in bed, I sat down to catch up on a bit of Facebooking when I learned from someone at the newspaper that there had been a house fire that day.

Instant panic.

Suddenly the fact that I hadn’t talked to my husband all day became a scary thing, not a normal thing. Was he okay? Were the other firefighters okay? Before my mind had time to go over all of the scary questions, the phone rang. It was FireDad. Instant fear relief. They had just finished washing up the trucks and he had taken his shower which is why he hadn’t answered earlier. All was well at the fire department.

Later I thought about how my calm day had been ruined by technology. I knew to avoid the scanner. Had FireDad told me about the fire when he called that evening, I would have been fine as it was after the fact. But those few minutes in between were not fun. Prior to the immediacy of Facebook and twitter, I wouldn’t have known about the fire without the scanner on (or being at work). Now, of course, I can find out about just about anything, almost instantly.

On the one hand, that’s good. On the other hand, I have gotten used to learning about most fires after the fact. It’s in my nature to be anxious and worry and, as such, I prefer hearing that the fire was big but everyone came out just fine. Should I now avoid Facebook (and even twitter) on FireDad’s shift days? Do I keep the computer turned off when he’s at work? It’s an option, perhaps a valid one.

Today’s fire spouses are now inundated with ways to keep up with their firefighters. While that can be a great thing, I continue to learn that every Internet application can be a double-edged sword. Whatever the case, I am glad that FireDad came home this morning and gave me my normal hug and kiss. Worries instantly alleviated more quickly than the immediacy of twitter… until his next shift day, that is.

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