Well...it won't be the last time, by any means...but tonight is the first time "the man" is late. Hours late. We are now going on 3 hours, and since he has an hour commute, it means he won't be home for quite some time. I haven't even heard from him since his last call to notify me that his current case is quickly becoming a nightmare...something involving teenagers and a burglary. Wish I could meet up with those kids myself; I'd give 'em a piece of my mind for ruining our evening.
Not that I had anything in particular planned. I don't even really mind that he isn't here (believe me, I have plenty to do getting chores done, kids fed, animals cared for, and myself a beer).
So, there you have it. Meh.
My police wife friends caution me that this happens all the time and to never really become attached to plans on a day your police officer is working.
I am learning, daily, that schedules are just suggestions at the PD.
Like I said in an earlier post...I'm just going to assume he's working every day, all day...that way, when he's home, it'll feel like a wonderful surprise.
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