R.C.M.P.

Lately Tim has been talking about becoming a police officer. And then he finally said to me that he wanted to do it. To start the appliation process.

"How do you feel about it?"

How do I feel about it? It's strange. I know that he would be a good police office. I know that he would be happier in this sort of career where he could do some good. I know he would like the fact that he could support us, so I could stay home with our children.

I don't have any real objections to it. I would worry about him, yes. It's hard to worry about him when he works at grocery store with 40 other people each day plus countless numbers of customers. He's doing shift work now, which is annoying but I deal with it just fine.

There's no real rush. He can't join for another 2.5 years due to some of the requirements they have. But he wants to do it. He's already started to get himself into better shape. So that he's ready.

I do not like the fact that he will have to go to Regina for 6 months of training. During which time he'll like in barrack-style accomidations. *sigh*

I suppose I just needed to vent about it. (ventventvent)