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Suzanne Hines

3 Reasons To Go To Church as a Law Enforcement Family (And How To Make It Happen)

Most people live for the weekend, celebrating Friday as the last day of the work week. Saturday is for sleeping in and resting, getting caught up on house and yard work, and spending time as a family. Sunday is another day of rest, and for many, it’s the day to go to church. 

We all know this isn’t the case for those who work the weekends. Friday is typically the busiest night of the week, Saturday is full of overtime opportunities, and Sunday is often just another day on the job. In the law enforcement field, someone always has to be at work. And that someone is often one of our husbands. 
 
It has always taken me a while to come to terms with the loss of the “typical” weekend. Sure, the days off are nice in the middle of the week and you won’t hear me complaining about having a three day weekend every week. But after three years of my husband working as a first responder and a police officer, I have done my fair share of “actual” weekends without him. 
 
One of the hardest parts of these weekends is getting myself and two kids under two to church.
 
Honestly, it would be so much easier to just stay home in our pajamas.

Ending Locker Room Talk Starts At Home

Have you ever heard the saying, “a mouth like a sailor”? 

Well, I’m here to tell you that the saying should be updated to “mouth like a firefighter”. 
 
Our nation’s first responders are hardworking heroes. They work long shifts and often see humanity at it’s most vulnerable. They are quick on their feet and the first ones to arrive in someone’s time of need. They are professionals on the job, dressed in their uniform, trained to help in crisis and efficient wherever they are needed. 
 
But my husband recently let me in on a little secret: back at the station, all “hero/professional” vibes are off. Men who acted professional on scene are now able to relax, and the “locker room banter” is often free to flow. Since the firehouse is not a typical professional work environment, the firemen are able to relax, put their feet up, and speak uninhibited. From replaying work scenes, cussing every other word and speaking inappropriately about women (both in their lives and outside of it), the firehouse can quickly resemble a ship on the high seas, full of cussing sailors. 

Dear Police Recruit (A Letter to my Husband on his First Day)

Dear Police Recruit,

You looked so handsome this morning as I sent you out the door.

You tossed restlessly last night, and I laid next to you just thinking about all the new changes coming our way.

You woke up and showered and tied your tie in the bathroom mirror. We both smiled and exchanged those nervous glances. This is it!

You squared your shoulders and grabbed your lunch and then I kissed you goodbye.

It’s your first day at the police academy, and I am so, so proud of you.

Surviving a 24: 6 Tips to Get Through your Husband’s 24 Hour Shift

My husband is the hardest worker I know. I don’t anyone else who is as diligent, thorough, and hard-working as him. He works hard at home with the kids and on many odd projects, but he also works incredibly hard at work.
 
For the last three years, he has worked at the fire department – and his shifts are 24 hours long.
 
Yes, twenty-four.