Just being honest . . .
When I started this blog approximately 4 years ago, my husband was a sergeant working the evening shift (2:30 pm to 11:30 pm). And he had been on this shift for the majority of our marriage and our kids’ lives which meant we didn’t see him a lot. He then segued into the narcotics and vice unit so the combination of the working nights and the new assignment meant he came home with some pretty exciting stories.
Now, Sarge is actually a lieutenant and is working an extremely normal Monday through Friday, 8 to 4 schedule. He also is working out of his department’s headquarters in a support position so he doesn’t even wear the full uniform every day any more. This change has been absolutely miraculous for our family in terms of quality time and the kids and I enjoying having a husband and father around more than a couple of days here and there. But it has also meant a decidedly huge lack of exciting material for me to write about (part of the rationale behind my hiatus for 2011).
Little did I know how this “normal” life had impacted my boy. But I had a very hysterical example of this impact today during my boy’s scout meeting. The topic for the meeting was “America” and those who have served our country. And the leader expanded upon those who have served beyond the armed forces to include various occupations like firefighters and police officers.
Yet, when the leader was trying to point out Sarge’s service in the police arena, my boy came back with this comment . . .
“My dad only arrests paperwork in his job.”
As if his current job doesn’t really count in the “service” arena.
Of course, my reaction was ever so mature as I started laughing uncontrollably.
And it certainly didn’t help that I was also the only mom in attendance at this scout meeting.
Then later tonight, when I was telling Sarge about this little incident, all he could say, in a very monotone voice, was “Thanks, son, thanks.”
Maybe it’s time for a transfer there, Sarge.
