Merry Christmas from Me
With a few nips and tucks (read: EDITS), my little old blog is back in its entirety.
As Basil Fawlty said about the War, just don’t mention videogate 😉
For those of you following along on facebook, you will know that our Christmas Day did NOT go to plan. As I have mentioned before, being a Police Wife and Mum, you need to be adaptable. In face if I could choose only one quality that a police wife needs to possess, it would be adaptability.
Mr Point Five finished his shift Christmas Eve at 4pm. He was home for not even 10 minutes and his phone went with a callout emergency. 25 hours later, 33 hours after his original shift started he returned home at 5pm on Christmas Day; eyes absolutely hanging out of his head and sunburned to a cinder, having spent Christmas Eve curled up in the paddywagon and Christmas Day in the sun. Thankfully the SES brought him and his partner out some dinner around midnight and he was left with some blankets and a pillow by St Johns but still.
The boys had opened their Santa Sack presents but had patiently waited ALL DAY for Daddy to get home to open the rest of their stash under the tree. I tried to entertain them, fending off “When will Daddy be HOME??” questions all day. Half of the afternoon was spent on the front verandah, just waiting. Christmas this year was all about Hurry Up And Wait. Hubby walked in the door, had a shower, did presents and managed dinner (he hadn’t eaten since midnight), before he collapsed into bed around 8pm and I stagged Christmas night with a bottle of champers and a movie. NOT what was planned. The boys were OK, they had enough pressies to get them through the day but my poor darling husband. He missed precious moments with his family. He missed Christmas whilst he was working 33 hours straight. Christmas morning we woke up in our beds with thoughts of joy and Santa. Mr Point Five woke up Christmas Morning in the same clothes from the day before in the back of the police car with a task to complete that breaks my heart. His Christmas was unimaginable, performing a task that just shouldn’t be done. Not on Christmas, not any day.
Our day just wasn’t the same without him. He was on my mind all day. I will admit a few tears were shed by me in private (read: on the loo).
I know I have said it before, but the next time you get a ticket for speeding, try and remember the other jobs these officers do. Speeding tickets is such a small part.
Are his hands shaking writing that ticket? Perhaps that was from performing CPR on someone for two hours straight the day before and he can barely lift his arms today.
Is he a little short with you being a little over the alcohol limit and driving? Perhaps it is because he had to pull a child from car wreckage this morning at the hands of a drink driver.
If you get pulled over talking on your mobile phone on Christmas Eve and he throws the book at you, try to think of how may have just told another family that they will be a loved one short for their Christmas Day celebrations due to driver inattention.
If you don’t want a ticket, don’t break the law. Most laws are there to protect us. To protect your family and mine from dying on the roads. His job is to uphold the law. Its not rocket science.
In the spirit of Saint Nick, (and I am no BabyMac), I have included a few snapshots of the Christmas Cheer in our home. You know, to be a fancy-pants blogger and such.
Merry Christmas and all that, from me and mine to you and yours.