It's that time again. Time for my "one weekend a month". Doesn't seem like much, but it can be sometimes.
Now, I'm not exactly out there saving the world on weekends like this. I'm not handling deadly weapons, and aside from the drive in, no one is in any danger from any mistake I make.
It does, however, require me to be at least semi-alert, and as an officer, I have to set an example. Punctuality counts in this business. So does attitude.
Punctuality and alertness are sometimes hard when you have a 9 month old in the house. Even harder when she's teething. Especially when she's teething.
Throughout Saturday night, the Kid woke up either twice or thrice. My memory is a tad fuzzy. Knowing that Sunday was another work day for me, my beloved bride got up each time, did that mom voodoo that she does to calm the Kid.
Not once did she (or has she) given me the "you know, you can help too" look. Trust me, I know that look. Been getting it since before the baby, and has always been deserved.
To paraphrase an immortal question:
"Where do we get such women?"