FAQ; tenure
One of the more popular questions I get asked is why we have to move so much? Having lived in 5 towns in 5 years I can certainly see why. š Due to exceptional circumstances, we have moved a LOT but the usual tenure for stations is 2-4 years. We are required to stay a minimum of 2 years in a town as it costs a lot to move the officer and their family and after 4 years you are told to hustle on. You can break the two year minimum for promotion, as they usually dont like you...
Keeping up with the Jones’
One of the big downsides to being a country Police Family and moving all the freaking time is the fact that we don’t just “fit in” to every new town. It takes time to get to know people and for them to know you. It takes time for them to work out if you are joking or if you are just really rude and missed the sarcasm š We don’t have traditions. I mean, we do to a certain extent; I try really hard to maintain some sort of continuum, but when the Christmas tree has been in a...
R-E-S-P-E-C-T; find out what it means to me.
I can’t remember what site I read it on now, but it was a facebook status from someone who was driving, running late and her child asked why she wasn’t going faster to get where they needed to go? She replied that theĀ Police could be hiding anywhere and it was best not to speed in case you got caught. Turns out no less than 5 minutes after this conversation the Police did turn up and stopped her for a random breath test; all clear and good to go. The kids were ecstatic; “that’s amazing Mum, and now I can...
Why I am a Helicopter Mum
Something I have been thinking about lately is the fact that Mr Point Five and I are helicopter parents. For better or worse we tend to wrap our boys in cotton wool and be over cautious with them and what they do. Despite other neighbourhood kids doing the same, our boys have not ridden their bikes down our street without me standing/sitting at the bottom of our drive to watch their every move. I accompany them to the skate park. I refuse to let them go on the school bus with the other kids to the next town up...
He is only five….five towns, five houses.
This is our Master J last week. He is Five years old. This is his fifth town and fifth house he has lived in. Sometimes I forget that, and everything it entails. Tonight Mr Point Five and I are relaxing, watching The Americans with a beer and a glass of wine. Master JĀ was up and down like a frog in a sock fromĀ bedtime on. “I cant sleep. My foot is itchy. I miss my dummy. I need a glass of #8221; All of these were met with a sigh of exasperation and eventually, an hour and a half after...
Because he’s mine, I walk this line.
One of the aspects of Mr Point Fives job that I take very seriously, is the fact that he makes an enormous impact on the lives of others. When his phone goes at 1am I am acutely aware he is leaving us; more than likely to rescue a beaten woman and herĀ children from her enraged and drunk husband, to pull a barely breathing body from a car wreck and start CPR until the ambulance arrives, to stop someone from taking their own life who had called the police in a last ditch effort to save themselvesĀ or any other number...
Living starts NOW!
We are here! Due to Master J’s perfectly awful stress hives/bedwetting regression/unsettled behaviour from the past three months of upheaval and uncertainty, the boys and I left Mr Point Five up in our old town to sort out the packers whilst we drove 650km to Perth three days early with a trailer and a screaming cat. Half way down when we stopped for fuel, I received a call on my messagebank from the cattery which was left two hours earlier, wondering what time we were arriving as they were about to close. After a flurry of messages to, and...
I want to get off the Merry-Go-Round.
When I met Mr Point FiveĀ he had already been accepted into the Police Academy for their next round of intakes. I wasn’t necessarily bothered or un-bothered about dating a police officer, (although being married to one with whom you have children is an entire other ball-game) and I didn’t really take into account muchĀ the public perception of him as a law enforcement officer. He was my boyfriend, a man with one of the best and bravest hearts I know and I knew he would do his job with the utmost of integrity. As the years have gone past and...
The House that keeps on giving – part TWO
Guess what?? We are moving town AGAIN! Yes, this will be our 6th town/7th complete house move in just over 8Ā years. INSANE. Following my last blog post and a few “well placed emails” last Sunday, and after 5 weeks of suitcase living, within 48Ā hours we were offered 4 options for our future. One was not really a viable option and the other two involved us doing a complete house moveĀ within town, with no option to move back into our beautiful heritage home much before Easter, if at all. The fourth option, after only 12 months of living here, was...
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