The Work-aholic Union.

It’s a real organization. Right? I think my husband is the president of that Union. Except, I have an issue with their hours & it’s poorly organized due to lack of planning. Maybe they need to do some work in research and development to see if this is a feasible organization before it all falls apart??

Well, I’ve been MIA from the blog because I’ve been trying to keep up with life. They cut his unit in half & his Sgt. is pregnant so he’s been going at full speed lately, as have I, to keep our home life still going. This means that I haven’t had a break so I feel burned out too. Living like this will cause problems everywhere so it’s just a matter of time before we hit that wall.

He has been working chronic 24 hour shifts lately.

Thursday morning, he came home at 3am but his phone was ringing off the hook at 4:30am. At this point, he only had 9 hours of sleep since Monday morning. When he finally answered the phone around 6:30am, he jumped to his feet and zoomed all the way into work. I didn’t hear from him until the evening to find out what happened.

I woke up on Friday by myself. Friday was also his birthday so he didn’t even take a break to celebrate it. I left him alone. He still wasn’t home by Friday night. I convinced him to take a break that evening so I could wish him a happy birthday in person for a whole five minutes before he went back into the station. I was starting to get very worried about his safety running on fumes like this. He didn’t come home until 4:30am on Saturday! The case had run him emotionally ragged because he broke down completely when he did finally lay down to sleep. He told me this case was the worst one he had come across so far in his career. The victims were brutally attacked. The events that happened make my stomach turn.

On Saturday afternoon, I took him to my parents for a birthday meal & some cake. Unfortunately, his phone rang and the witness was awake so she could identify her attacker. He zoomed back into the office while I waited to hear what was going to happen. He didn’t come home until 9am the following morning.

Much of our days have been like this. He’s home for short bits then zooms back into work for a crisis that he needs to deal with. I’m wondering how far away are we from that wall?


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