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.
There’s something about doing art projects that’s so soothing. I wanted to find something I could do with the Squish, but I was a little hesitant to give him straight-up finger paints, even in the bathtub. I’ve tried crayons, but he usually just eats them, and Heaven forbid I try to help him put it on a piece of paper to color. He yanks his hand away and screams like he’s saying, “Stop coloring with my snack!” This is the perfect art project for babies and young toddlers. It doesn’t make a mess and (usually) keeps their attention. It’s one of my favorites because it’s simple, fun, easy to clean up, and the resulting picture is actually really cool. I think even younger babies could do this as a tummy time activity.
Over the years, I’ve tried to be better about keeping a consistently clean house and many (many) of my attempts have failed.
I tried scheduling cleaning projects over the week: Mopping Mondays, Toilet Tuesdays, that kind of thing. It worked for a few days, then I felt annoyed that I’d pre-committed myself to projects each day without any flexibility, so I gave that up.
I tried planning to do it all every Saturday, which worked great before I had kids but now, ha! Not going to happen. Because if I tried to devote one day to cleaning the whole apartment, you can bet that would be the day A would get super sick and we’d spend the day watching Finding Nemo on repeat.
I just couldn’t find the sweet spot of having the right amount of weekly tasks without overloading my days ahead of time.
When I was growing up, I really didn’t understand who God was supposed to be. In my mind, He was a far-off cosmic phenomenon that I could wish upon, like a shooting star. At times, He seemed alternately indifferent to and the cause of my struggles.
As I grew up and ran into trouble, I tried a lot of different methods to try to find happiness. None of them worked. At my wit’s end, I figured if there was a God, he was my last chance. So, for the first time, I prayed. I talked to God like I might talk to a friend.
And guess what? He heard me. He answered. I found what I’d spent so much time looking for.
Since then, my faith has supported me through so many trials: from the day-to-day stresses of living, to worries about when we’d have a baby, to worries about how we’d support a baby, through the police academy, and everything since.
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If you’re reading this page, I’m going to assume you accepted my invitation to give art journaling a shot. I promise, you’re going to love it.
Wondering why you should start an art journal? Here’s why. In that post, I mentioned all the reasons I love art journaling.