God, it's tiring, to both be parents to work in the military who go home to take care of their new babe.

This morning, you told Simon that if he stayed home today, you'd cover his shift, so that your child wouldn't feel abandoned.

"Honey, I'm hom-" you began, stepping into the main room, dropping your keys into the keybowl, to find both child and father asleep, drooling in their slumber on the couch, the young one closely nestled to her dad, held in a protective hug.