Today I’m a cranky wife.
Not at anyone in particular, just in general. Because I’m working an hour later than usual the rest of the week and The Deputy has side jobs and work the rest of the week, I’ll be missing him by a few minutes in the evening. It’s always been weird coming home while he gets ready to leave, but this week I’ll be getting home after he’s already gone. And of course I can handle coming home alone and entertaining myself. Easy. But I’ll admit, I love that guy. And I love hanging out with him, even if it is just us and the cat, squished on the small couch, watching Frasier on Netflix until bed time.
The crankiness was with me already when I woke up this morning, which prompted the question, “So basically it’s your job to sit by while everyone else has a life, and make sure they don’t kill each other…?” when The Deputy found out he’s ‘on call’ for National Night Out. He smiled and said, “Pretty much!”
Am I being a tad dramatic today? You bet. I know he chose this career and I chose to marry into it and I know he does more than just mediate drunken fights. But every now and then I get annoyed when he works on holidays, events, fairs, whatever…in order for everyone else to be able to have a good time.