Thursday, June 2, 2011

Night Shifts

Yes, I know I'm supposed to have lots of cool pictures from the weekend. I sometimes (usually) get side tracked with things. I always remember the important things (like picking up my free wine glass). Also, when Jessica's around, she's the mom, the picture taker and the organizer.  I allow her OCD to overtake mine and try to give my brain a break.

So, what am I doing on a Thursday night?  I should be having drinks with friends or going to the gym. REALLY should be going to the gym.  But by the time I got home from work, sent Steven off to work and caught up on a few household chores we've been slacking on, all I have energy to do is mess with my new iPhone and clean out my Google Reader. 

Which leads me to the topic of Night Shift.  For two weeks out of every month Steven works 7pm-7am.  AND I HATE IT. Some weeks I appreciate the alone time, but mostly I just miss him.  I think the hardest part of our relationship is his night shifts.  He likes them because they're more exciting and he is a night owl so it's easier on his sleep schedule. I however, am a super cuddler, so my sleep schedule suffers. I also am a light sleeper so every time I hear sirens go by I wake up, and then I start to worry.

Now I know we live in a smaller city, where crazy stuff doesn't happen often, but I still worry every second of every shift he works.  I guess things can happen in the daylight, but freaks come out at night. Steven's the nicest cop you'll ever meet. But people? Well they're assholes.

Recently Steven brought up switching positions in the department.  Instead of a patrol unit he would focus on loss prevention in the city.  Straight day shifts. Home with me every night. It would be perfect, for me.  Knowing him though, he'd be miserable dealing with punk shoplifters all day. I think it would burn him out quick.  I told him I didn't think he would be happy with the new position and he seemed surprised.  I know he was only considering it for me, and I don't want to be selfish. However, knowing he was willing to make such a huge change to make me happier means everything to me.

I guess I can look on the bright side and use the time to make my blog world famous, decorate our house, actually go to the gym and hang out with my friends.  Maybe one day I'll even get an invite to the elusive Cop Wives Club...bahahahaha. I think I've been exiled and permanently banned from that club. But that is for a different post

And the worrying continues.