Being married to a wildland firefighter in the summer is kind of like being a single parent… but with more laundry and fewer answers about when he’ll be home. I knew what I was getting into.…But it still kinda honestly really absolutely sometimes just sucks. But while he’s off chasing smoke, eating questionable meals, and making unforgettable memories I’m back here trying to keep the kids alive, and pretending I’m not completely bitter about going to all the summer activities