There are a lot of battles you fight as a police wife: police equipment everywhere, a 24/7/365 schedule, an overwhelming fear when I do not hear from him for hours … but the most stubborn one is the work phone.
Most people in the world see smartphones as a convenience. I see it as my enemy. I often feel like I am fighting for attention and my opponent is 5″ tall and 3″ wide. Having the requirement to carry this phone and answer it is bad enough, but then there are the emails, the text messages, and all the other potential distractions smartphones come with.
No matter the time nor place, that phone can ruin all our best laid plans. We could be arriving at my parent’s house for Christmas Eve dinner then his phone rings. Next thing I know he is gone off to work and me and our two dogs are stranded.
When my husband went to the police academy, we didn’t live near the actual academy. The closest one was about 3 hours away, which meant he’d leave Sunday afternoon to drive there and return late Thursday night. He drove with 3 other new recruits in a department car, one of whom was a woman.
To be honest, I didn’t have any issue with that. I thought she must be super cool and couldn’t wait to meet her.
When I dropped him off at the academy, however, there stood a tall, thin Blair Waldorf look-a-like asking my husband if he’d like to join them for dinner.
Meanwhile, I stood there, four months pregnant in clothes that fit awkwardly because I still looked like I’d just had a big lunch. I, um, wasn’t feeling exactly confident.
Sometimes, my husband has days that just straight-up suck.
Granted, we all have those. I have those. But his sucky days always seem just a little suckier than my own. (How many times can I use the word “suck”?)
Seriously, though. I might complain that our son would not. stop. throwing. tantrums. all day long, but when he gets home and has gotten into a fight with someone high on drugs or seen something he really, truly wishes he hadn’t, that pretty much takes the cake.
I can’t tell you how much I admire him (and his fellow officers) for the sacrifices they make. I’m glad they’re willing and able to do the things I’m not.
There’s a lot of bad press about cops lately. Have you noticed? Who am I kidding: of course you have. It’s impossible to miss… unfortunately. There are countless articles that call the police power-hungry, over-militarized, trigger-happy, insensitive, and that’s just the tip of the iceberg.
If you’re anything like me, they strike a nerve (to say the least!)
You know your husband. You know his friends. You know them as people who feel called to law enforcement because they want to make the world a better place. You know how their jobs touch their hearts, even when they have a hard time showing it.
You know that phrase, “There’s something about a man in uniform”? It’s totally true.
But it’s not just that they’re super attractive. That “something” is also a little quirkiness that comes from sleep deprivation, a high-stress career, and quite frankly, close contact with some weird people. Police officers live a weird life and we, as the women who love them, do so as well.
There are a lot of weird things you deal with as a police wife… but here are nine you might be able to relate to 🙂
It’s no secret I love freezer cooking. Especially when the Squish was younger, it was often the only way dinner got on the table without making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches… which is probably what I’d eaten for both breakfast and lunch. Even now, it’s a great way to take a little pressure off if I have a busy week ahead of me. Having dinner ready in the freezer to pull out the night before that I can then “set and forget” in the crock pot gives me more time during the day to play with the baby or get other chores done. I try to plan to compile the meals when the Hubs has a day off, or even if I can just snag a few hours of help. Sometimes it’s a nap time event. But either way, in under two hours, I can get 7-14 meals prepped and only have to clean up after myself once, instead of cleaning up after each one of those 7-14 meals. I don’t honestly know how I lived before I made use of my crock pot.
Fun fact: I hate a lot of new-agey stuff.
I roll my eyes so hard when I see a lot of the example affirmations on Pinterest – “Money just flows to me”, for example. Um, really?
I mean, it’s one of those “whatever floats your boat” type things for me, but I’m a little too stubborn and too much of a concrete fact-driven thinker. It’s the same reason Hypnobirthing was a personal no-go (don’t tell me it doesn’t hurt! just tell me how to deal with the pain!)
Most days, I feel overwhelmed trying to tackle my to-do list. Budget. Pay bills. Send thank you cards. Make appointments for the Squish and the Hubs. The list goes on and on. I may be “just” a stay-at-home mom, but I often feel more like I’m running a small business. In fact, I half-jokingly put my career on Facebook as “CEO”, but there’s a lot of truth to that.
I want so badly to everything done, which makes me think I should multitask. I pay bills while I eat, I make phone calls while making food for the Squish, I try to do multiple chores at once. I do it thinking it’ll help me maximize my time during the day, but it never ends up working the way I think it will. At the end of the day, I’m exhausted, overwhelmed, unsatisfied, and, worst of all, I’ve missed opportunities to connect with my husband and my son.
It’s so exciting to see the Squish getting bigger and learning how to do more things. Because he’s able to do more, I get to share more with him. Even just a trip to the park has become more exciting because he’s more in tune with what’s around him: if I point to the ducks, he looks and gets excited. If I quack like a duck, he tries to copy me. I just love it.
With that in mind, as much as I love his baby finger painting project, I thought it would be fun to try something new and branch out a little. I saw this pack of nautical-themed stencils one day and bought them, thinking I was sure I could come up with a use for them. That’s when I decided to try a watercolor resist project with the Squish. I thought it would be the perfect gift for his grandparents to hang in their beach house.
So you’ve been art journaling for a few weeks, and suddenly you’ve hit a wall. You’re in a rut. You’re having a hard time thinking of new ideas for your pages.
Let me just tell you: I’ve been there too. You can tell, too, because there will be weeks after weeks of bubble letters and random color washes. It happens; don’t give up! Especially after art journaling for a while, it can be hard to think of new ideas.