Another nice thing about working 12 hour shifts is your wife can work on your days off and you get plenty of time to spend with the kids, and they never have to go to day care. Then again, there are times when I only see my wife in passing.
After working 12 last night, she trudged into the house this morning with red eyes, slurring her words, and she said, "Sarah said she feels bad for you. She said it's so busy that she had to have someone come in at two in the morning to help her."
"That bad, hey," I said.
"Yep. As she was talking to us she was paged three times."
After driving the boy to school, my wife went to bed and was out almost instantaneously. That left the girl and I home alone, and we decided to watch a movie we rented called Underdog.
Many of you probably don't remember that old cartoon, but back in the day when cartoons weren't on 24 hours a day, my brothers and I used to look forward to Saturday so we could watch cartoons all day. We would even sacrifice sleep and get up early.
At six in the morning we'd sneak off into the livingroom, click on the boob tube, and watch either Bull Winkle, Johhny Quest or Underdog. We loved those shows, however simple they were. They were good entertainment.
Usually I find myself disappointed when Hollywood gets a hold of a classic. When I was a kid I loved the Dukes of Hazzard, but when I took my son to see the movie I found myself wanting to leave the studio after there was sex in the first scene. I suffered through it. I hope this experience didn't scar my son for life.
I expected the Hollywood version of Underdog to be equally disapointing, but it turned out to be pretty good. It was, in my opinion, very fair to the original show.
Fortunately for this RT who has to work all night tonight, my daughter is still at that glorious age where she likes to do the same thing over and over and over and over and over again, and still get the same enjoyment out of it each time.
That in mind, I'm going to put Underdog back in, turn the volume down, and try to take a nap. Sometimes this works with four year old girls. However, sometimes she likes to make sure I'm alive every ten minutes or so by giving me a big kiss and saying something like, "I love you daddy."
Whatever kind of rest I can get, I'll take it, especially considering I'm not rightly looking forward to going to work tonight. And being my first night back after my bi-weekly mini vacation, I'm bound to be awfully tired.
I can handle it, though. I'll just put on my running shoes, plan for the best and hope for the worse... er, plan for the hope and... well, you know what I mean: prepare myself for worse and hope for a good night.