Sundays are the hardest days...it is the day Kip leaves for a week. Every Sunday I have to say goodbye to him for 4 days. It may not seem like a big deal to others, but if you had to say goodbye to your husband every Sunday for the next 13 weeks...you would understand.
I cannot even begin to express how ready I am for "normal" again. I miss our Sundays of going to church, spending time with our families, and then cuddling up on the couch for an afternoon of relaxation before we head into the next work week. Our Sundays now consist of going to church, rushing to eat with our families, and coming home to finish up laundry, pack, gas up the patrol car, make a trip to Walmart for waters, Gatorade, crackers, and snacks for Kip to take with him. By the time we finish all of this, we may have about 30 mins to sit and relax until he has to leave.
In the life of a police family, normal is not a Monday-Friday 8am-5pm job with weekends off. You have to find your "normal" between changing schedules, overtime, etc. Sometimes, your weekend is in the middle of the week....This is one reason I would absolutely love to have a "work from home" job...so I can be home when Kip has off days. While I am sure that will NEVER happen, I can dream right? Hopefully, I can eventually get a job at a school, where I can have summers off...and if Kip gets an SRO position, he will have summers off too! The perfect world, right?
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