Saturday night

My Saturday night looks like this:

Folding cloth diapers and watching While You Were Sleeping. It isn't one of my favorite movies, but I do love it! 

I remember when my Saturday night would consist of bar hopping and dancing. That was great. But this is better. I wouldn't change anything. 

That is not true. I would love it if my husband was home watching the movie with me and helping me fold diapers. That is the one thing that I would love to change about life. I wish he were home every night like so many if my friends husbands. I miss when our life was simpler, when we had all the time in the world together. 

Sometimes being married to a police officer is hard. Not as hard as being a police officer, but still hard. It gets lonely. But I am super proud of him for working so hard and being so brave. 

Even if it does mean I give 90% of the baths, cook 100% of the dinners, and wipe 85% of the butts. 

So if you are bar hopping or dancing, enjoy it, this season of life will not last. 

If your husband comes home every night,  count yourself lucky and enjoy your time together. 

If your husband is deployed and you have been on your own for months, tell me to stop whining and give yourself a pat on the back.