Work: Busy and Tough

So, work is work and we're both very thankful in this day and age to have our jobs.
In one word, Joe's work is BUSY. He's been on the same project for 3.5 years which is unheard of in his line of work. Well, the finishing deadline has now come and gone and they're not near being finished yet. So, they've decided for the next several weeks to work overtime to get the job done. It's ironic to us that they would work overtime when after this job there doesn't seem to be too much lined up, but deadlines are deadlines. So, my Joe will be working late and on Saturdays for the next few weeks. He's ready for this job to be over so he can start another one. 3 years is a long time to be in the same place.

In one word, my work is TOUGH. I've been starting to see more involved kiddos and although its good to challenge myself its also tough. It's hard to sit across from a family and share concerns that result in a diagnosis of autism. It's hard to walk into a house of a baby who's twin passed away at birth. Don't get me wrong, its also very rewarding. Like seeing a child who has CP start to communicate with the tools you taught her to use. Or to see a little 26 week preemie now running, jumping, and getting ready for preschool.
It's tough in another sense too. It's working with kids beautiful kids. I get very close to my families as I'm at their home every week for months, sometimes even years. They often ask that dreaded question Do you have any kids? To which I answer, Not yet. Some I have told our story to and they're very excited and hope I'm still working with them when I get news.
I guess you could compare my job to this: Imagine if all you wanted in life was a sportscar. You work at a car dealership where you take care of all these beautiful cars and help them get ready to run. But...you can't ever take one home. Tough, huh?

So, we've applied for the greatest job in the world: Parenthood. We're just waiting to hear if we got the job. We think we're qualified, don't you?