A police officer has one of the toughest jobs . . . and so does that man's wife! Overworked, underpaid, and overloaded with concern and stress; this is often how an officer's wife recieves her husband when he is off duty. The funniest and best part is, is that when the job does go right, then it makes everything all worth it. This is one officer's wife's daily register of her and her husband's journey:















Saturday, July 10, 2010

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Ok, so here's the deal. I have a person who is bringing their 15 month old child over today to meet my son (18 months), to see if I would be a suitable person to watch him. So excited. If this works out, then I will try to find one other kid to watch from home. The I won't have to go get a "real" job! I get to choose my son! That would be so great.

Hubby called to check-in last night at 4AM! Really?! Why does he always drunk call me??? Side note: I know it's better that he's calling me rather than anyone else. I love him . . . gotta give him a little bit of a hard time. Good thing the ringer is off in the bedroom. (It wakes our child up during his naps, so it is always off). It was nice to know he was thinking of us, but really buddy? 4AM???

Mother-in-law called to say hi; wondering if she's ever going to come and see her grand baby. It's almost been 1.5 weeks, and she only lives around the corner! Going in a different direction: I think I am so critical of her, because we are so similar; in every way. Look similar, our initials are the same, and personalities are the same. See . . . it's so good we are similar; my husband deals with me like a dream.

Loki went to the bathroom in the house today. Our boy ran up to me "mama, mama, Loki pee pee" and then pulled me to the area and pointed. Smart man. Did I tell you he's going to the bathroom in the potty? When I was changing his diaper about 6 weeks ago, he acted like he was going to go on me. I was like, "What are you doing?!?! That goes in the potty!!!" He did it again. No way. I picked him up, took him over to the potty, and he went. Going back, every time I change his diaper I always tell him, pee pee or poop goes in the potty, not in a diaper. Then I say it's yucky. We're not expecting anything, but if he needs to go sometime he will come and ask me to take him. Other times, like every hour, I ask him if he needs to go, and if he does, he does. Most boys aren't trained until around 2, not like I'm planning on putting him in undies anytime soon, just trying to save us both some trouble, a few diapers, and in turn some money.

So lots of thunderstorms, the lady called to say that she didn't have time to pick her son up and come back, but wanted to just stop by without him. I don't mind, except that I really do want to meet him. He is so close in age to my son; it just makes me excited, that I could stay at home, him get a playmate, and we get to make a little cash to subsidize the monthly income we lost. Ohh I hope this works! Keep you posted.

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