It's been a tough week; I've been in pain, he's been in court, I've had to juggle my schedule, figure out how it fits in with his...time to see friends? Perhaps. Down time? Not so much. We have a fun outing scheduled on Thursday, but that doesn't exactly mean time for us. The heat has been stifling in NYC, and I keep telling myself that next week will be better...but right now, while I'm in it, it feels like it's never going to end. I am tired of standing on one leg, sweating profusely outside my favorite salad stop in order to get cell reception, enough to hear his voice for a minute or two, and then try to make an appointment to actually physically see each other when we reside in the same house.
This situation especially thrills me after going on Twitter and seeing all the negative shout-outs to the NYPD. Some moron actually tagged her tweet with #NYPD #PIGS last night...and to her I say: you have no idea.
We're just people trying to keep it all together...just like any other American family. There's an actual person behind that uniform you hate so much. Oh, and by the way...if you need help, please don't call the NYPD. My husband doesn't need to get held over on your job. You don't deserve him.