Overtime

I have a love-hate relationship with overtime. Stinky has been on "vacation" since the 17th of September. Seems like it always goes by the speed of light. Between sick kids and weddings and the mile long "honey-do" list, we have barely had time to high five each other in passing. He has been working some overtime in dispatch to help when they are under staffed. Last night he worked overtime on patrol (GTSB-which he really enjoys). At first I was a bit miffed, I miss him, but then he asked if I would like to come out and ride along...ahh yeah...of course I do. Back in my dispatching days I used to love to ride with the deputies and cruise the county. Tonight was no different, except, I was riding with my husband...okay...it was a little different...better! It was a great experience to see him at work. I admire him so very much. It enforces many of the qualities that I fell in love with...sorry...had a moment there...but really, my love-hate relationship with overtime was further to the love end last night. I was able to see him at work, keeping the streets a little safer, (as we used to say in dispatch...right Meleah?) We went to an accident, made traffic stops, assisted motorists, and arrested a OWI. In addition, I was out of the house, quiet time (sort of). I even brushed up on my map reading skills...yeah...I still have it! Maybe back to dispatch some day? Overtime...a new found warm fuzzy.