Happy Police Wife, in service.

A few hours ago my husband began his watch for the night shift and I finally have time to write. Daughters are in bed, dishes are done, toys picked up, and the great debate begins: what do I now do with this time that is completely my own? I could be really productive, and mop the kitchen and bathroom floors, which no one will walk on for at least seven hours. I could indulge in some nighttime tv watching, when I don't have to choose between the Disney Channel or Sports Center. I could watch several hours of people tearing apart and redecorating houses that were nicer than mine to begin with, but that just breeds discontent, sadly. I will probably, because it has become habit in the last few days, make a hot cup of chai spice tea with a little milk and a lot of sugar, grab a blanket and my mom's old copy of Little Women, and curl up in my chair by the fireplace. Graveyard shifter's wives will understand this feeling of complete freedom, a feeling that is so rare for most other wives and mothers, my dear military families excepted. It is the feeling that I have done all I can do for today, there are no more unmet needs until tomorrow, and I am not a worrier (because I don't watch the news), and I can do something to refresh my spirit and prepare to meet all of those needs that will arise tomorrow. Little Women, here I come. Baby, be safe at work, be encouraged, and I will see you in the morning. Kiss me when you get home.