Deputy Dad got home from work at 7:15 this morning.
His shift started at 5:00 yesterday evening (and should’ve ended at 2:00 AM).
Deputy Dad has worked more than 75 hours in the past FIVE days.
In the last seven days, he’s worked three shootings, two stabbings, and two major wrecks; and dealt with two corpses. Not to mention the assorted minor calls, too numerous to list.
All this in our small, quiet, nothing-ever-really-happens-here town.
Crime rates rise dramatically over the summer. I knew this already, of course. This happens every summer. But I seem to somehow forget, during the comparatively quieter fall, winter and spring months. But then the summer comes ’round again, and Deputy Dad’s work week becomes a blur of calls and sleepless nights, and he spends his days off trying to catch up on sleep and have a little “down time.”
This week, he didn’t even get both of his days off; he was called out to one of the shootings.
Summers are such a tough time for law enforcement officers. Some of the things they deal with…I just don’t know how they do it.
If you’re a praying person, please take a moment to pray for the law enforcement men and women in your area. And I’d be ever-so-grateful if you’d whisper an extra prayer for the Love of My Life.