Night #2. Pure torture. I feel like I am single again, without anyone to converse with (other than my dog, of course).

I know J (my husband) is having fun, though. He was truly MADE to be a cop. If we rewind a bit, last year was filled with ridiculous hoops to jump through and long periods of waiting to find out the next steps for Police Academy. This was going on while he was FT in college and FT at a job... oh, and we were newlyweds. He ended up graduating college at the EXACT right time (and he even put up with being enrolled in 21 credits for a couple of semesters, all the while maintaining a 4.0 GPA). When we found out he got in (after about 9 months in the process), it was just days before we left the country for Christmas vacation.


God has truly made some ridiculous things fall into place for J to get where he is now. So, I am happy for him. Happy for him, sad for me. I am looking for a new job, but believe it or not the Nurse market is completely saturated. Our opposite schedules are not fun for now, but something will work out sooner or later.

Looking on the bright side? DH is off the next three days!

My Officer's First Day...

The ecstatic feeling that went along with seeing my husband sworn in and with his shiny new badge are still in the back of my head, but today has brought along a few new emotions.



He just left for his first shift, and I've been crying ever since. How will I get used to sleeping without him in the bed? Eating dinner alone?

My pistol will be kept close to my pillow from here on out.