I'm thankful that while the kids are at home during the days over the holidays I don't have to
To me it feels like a real Christmas miracle.
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Christmas Miracle
This year, while The Boy is on Christmas break, Blue is on Day Shift and then he's off.
I'm thankful that while the kids are at home during the days over the holidays I don't have toyell whisper at them to be quiet because their dad is sleeping.
To me it feels like a real Christmas miracle.
I'm thankful that while the kids are at home during the days over the holidays I don't have to
To me it feels like a real Christmas miracle.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Homicides
Posted by: Blue
There are 236 neighbourhoods in our city of approximately 700 000. Of those 236 neighbourhoods, 14 of them clustered together at the centre of the city in approximately 6 square km's (2.3 square miles or 1482.6 acres) have been the location of 75% of the murders this year to date.
This means that 75% of the murders this year have occurred in an area equivalent to 1.2% of the land mass that the city covers.
There are 236 neighbourhoods in our city of approximately 700 000. Of those 236 neighbourhoods, 14 of them clustered together at the centre of the city in approximately 6 square km's (2.3 square miles or 1482.6 acres) have been the location of 75% of the murders this year to date.
This means that 75% of the murders this year have occurred in an area equivalent to 1.2% of the land mass that the city covers.
Friday, December 2, 2011
Parent Teacher Interview
There's nothing better than seeing your handsome uniformed husband squished into a little elementary school desk attentively listening on while your son proudly displays his artwork and achievements.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Missing Daddy
Waffle was missing her daddy today. She asked me what he was up to and if he was fighting with someone. It's funny to see her figure out what his job is all about.
Blue and I both have the same cell phone and on these spiffy phones we can send each other photo's and video's inside our text messages.
Waffle sent Blue a picture of herself and a video saying, "I love you daddy!"
She's trying to understand why he's sometimes here for days at a time and sometimes gone for, what seems like, days at a time. Why some nights he's sleeping here and some nights he doesn't come home.
Last week she had a nightmare at 4:00 in the morning while Blue was on shift. She came upstairs and jumped into my bed shaking and crying. I sent Blue a text letting him know and before you knew it he was on the phone with her reassuring her that everything was fine.
Today he sent her back a picture of him in his uniform and cruiser car. She was very excited.
It's a nice feature that gives her a little glimpse into his world when he's out on the job.
I'm sure that this is a confusing transition for a 4 year-old.
Blue and I both have the same cell phone and on these spiffy phones we can send each other photo's and video's inside our text messages.
Waffle sent Blue a picture of herself and a video saying, "I love you daddy!"
She's trying to understand why he's sometimes here for days at a time and sometimes gone for, what seems like, days at a time. Why some nights he's sleeping here and some nights he doesn't come home.
Last week she had a nightmare at 4:00 in the morning while Blue was on shift. She came upstairs and jumped into my bed shaking and crying. I sent Blue a text letting him know and before you knew it he was on the phone with her reassuring her that everything was fine.
Today he sent her back a picture of him in his uniform and cruiser car. She was very excited.
It's a nice feature that gives her a little glimpse into his world when he's out on the job.
I'm sure that this is a confusing transition for a 4 year-old.
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Our Reality
Every once-in-awhile I am struck by the gravity of Blue's line of work. I stumble through my thoughts wondering how on earth I have found the inner strength or peace of mind to deal with this change, with this life, on a daily basis.
I was driving to work (yes, I got a part-time job) yesterday while Blue was at home sleeping and it hit me. My husband is no longer my own. My children's father is no longer their own. We share him. His heart is fully mine yet, given the opportunity, he will put himself into harms way over and over again to help those in need. I would hope that most people would be the same whether they wear a uniform or not. There are amazing stories of civilians stepping-up and coming to the aid of the deserving and undeserving alike. You never know when you will be called upon to intervene. The difference, and the reality that often gets to me, is that, for Blue, this is every day. Every. Day.
The occupational hazards of Blue's job are being spat on, kicked, punched, stabbed, shot at....
This is our life now. We kiss him and say our "I love yous" as he's leaving for work and I pray that he has a good shift but when he gets in to work and puts on that uniform you never know what will happen. He has a duty to serve and protect and he will see that through even if it means he could be hurt.
I suppose I'm wading through all of this right now because he was at a call the other day where shots had been fired. I didn't think much about it at the time...until I was driving to work. It hit me all-of-a-sudden that this is our reality now.
Crazy.
I was driving to work (yes, I got a part-time job) yesterday while Blue was at home sleeping and it hit me. My husband is no longer my own. My children's father is no longer their own. We share him. His heart is fully mine yet, given the opportunity, he will put himself into harms way over and over again to help those in need. I would hope that most people would be the same whether they wear a uniform or not. There are amazing stories of civilians stepping-up and coming to the aid of the deserving and undeserving alike. You never know when you will be called upon to intervene. The difference, and the reality that often gets to me, is that, for Blue, this is every day. Every. Day.
The occupational hazards of Blue's job are being spat on, kicked, punched, stabbed, shot at....
This is our life now. We kiss him and say our "I love yous" as he's leaving for work and I pray that he has a good shift but when he gets in to work and puts on that uniform you never know what will happen. He has a duty to serve and protect and he will see that through even if it means he could be hurt.
I suppose I'm wading through all of this right now because he was at a call the other day where shots had been fired. I didn't think much about it at the time...until I was driving to work. It hit me all-of-a-sudden that this is our reality now.
Crazy.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Fraud
Posted by: Blue
Two days ago, I was temporarily assigned (TA'd) to the downtown division for the night. I took a false alarm commercial hold-up alarm and then we were assigned to a disturbance at a nearby restaurant.
We arrived on scene to find a beligerent male who had tried to pay for his meal with a credit card. The transaction was declined and the male became agitated when the manager asked him if he remembered his PIN.
Long story short, this guy had stolen a credit card from his newly deceased roommate and decided to go out for a night on the town.
Identity theft and idetity fraud are a little tricky to write-up, but my task was made even more difficult as the accused kept pestering us to use the bathroom every few minutes.
After the third time in the bathroom in less than 20 minutes, he had the audacity to ask me what was taking so long and why he wasn't on his way to Provincial Remand yet. I told him that if he could hold his bowels for more than 4 minutes at a time, I might be able to finish briefing my Sgt. and get on with my reports.
The accused looked me square in the eye and said "It's that damn 'Paki' food. It gave me diarrhea. I'm never going back there."
I told him that he was most assuredly less than welcome anyway, as he had stolen his meal that night and then made an ass of himself first with the staff and then with my partner and I. I then proceeded to explain to him that the family restaurant which he had ingratiatingly attempted to defraud with a credit card belonging to the estate of a recently deceased friend and cancer patient was in fact East Indian in race, and it would behove a gentleman in his position to keep a civil tongue in his head as I was getting tired of potty-training at the moment.
He told me that he was glad I was doing my job so well and that it was just what God wanted me to do. He said that he had it all planned out, because he had been evicted of late by the "landlady from hell" and he was looking forward to staying in the "Remand Hotel".
I told him that I was glad that he was excited to go to jail, but that it was the taxpayers of the Province sending him there due to his crimes, not God.
Some people just don't get it.
Two days ago, I was temporarily assigned (TA'd) to the downtown division for the night. I took a false alarm commercial hold-up alarm and then we were assigned to a disturbance at a nearby restaurant.
We arrived on scene to find a beligerent male who had tried to pay for his meal with a credit card. The transaction was declined and the male became agitated when the manager asked him if he remembered his PIN.
Long story short, this guy had stolen a credit card from his newly deceased roommate and decided to go out for a night on the town.
Identity theft and idetity fraud are a little tricky to write-up, but my task was made even more difficult as the accused kept pestering us to use the bathroom every few minutes.
After the third time in the bathroom in less than 20 minutes, he had the audacity to ask me what was taking so long and why he wasn't on his way to Provincial Remand yet. I told him that if he could hold his bowels for more than 4 minutes at a time, I might be able to finish briefing my Sgt. and get on with my reports.
The accused looked me square in the eye and said "It's that damn 'Paki' food. It gave me diarrhea. I'm never going back there."
I told him that he was most assuredly less than welcome anyway, as he had stolen his meal that night and then made an ass of himself first with the staff and then with my partner and I. I then proceeded to explain to him that the family restaurant which he had ingratiatingly attempted to defraud with a credit card belonging to the estate of a recently deceased friend and cancer patient was in fact East Indian in race, and it would behove a gentleman in his position to keep a civil tongue in his head as I was getting tired of potty-training at the moment.
He told me that he was glad I was doing my job so well and that it was just what God wanted me to do. He said that he had it all planned out, because he had been evicted of late by the "landlady from hell" and he was looking forward to staying in the "Remand Hotel".
I told him that I was glad that he was excited to go to jail, but that it was the taxpayers of the Province sending him there due to his crimes, not God.
Some people just don't get it.
Monday, November 14, 2011
When He's Gone
Day shifts are nice because Blue is home in the evenings.
Night shifts are also nice because Blue is home (and awake) for part of the evenings.
Evening shifts are hard because Blue is only awake in the early afternoon...which can end-up being awkward. Don't get me wrong, when I'm also home at the same time it's nice to sit and have a cup of coffee with him or make him a big breakfast. I just find that when he's gone for the evening I have a hard time caring about things. Dinner? Meh. Bathtime? Meh. Storytime? Meh. Staying awake past 9? Meh.
Tonight it was thrown-together baked spaghetti and X-men cartoons. The kids loved it. I felt like a horrible parent.
I think that I need to try a bit harder to stick to a routine when Blue is on evening shift or else we are going to end-up eating cereal in front of the t.v. for a week straight.
Night shifts are also nice because Blue is home (and awake) for part of the evenings.
Evening shifts are hard because Blue is only awake in the early afternoon...which can end-up being awkward. Don't get me wrong, when I'm also home at the same time it's nice to sit and have a cup of coffee with him or make him a big breakfast. I just find that when he's gone for the evening I have a hard time caring about things. Dinner? Meh. Bathtime? Meh. Storytime? Meh. Staying awake past 9? Meh.
Tonight it was thrown-together baked spaghetti and X-men cartoons. The kids loved it. I felt like a horrible parent.
I think that I need to try a bit harder to stick to a routine when Blue is on evening shift or else we are going to end-up eating cereal in front of the t.v. for a week straight.
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