a fifo wife {fifo life: byyye dad}

He went back yesterday. So adjusted are my boys to this lifestyle and that daddy is just going back to work that they opted just to stay home, say good bye and go to school. I was proud but disappointed that we couldn’t be whole for just a few more hours. B3 came though. There were no tears from him. We dropped FIFO husband off outside the airport doors as normal. We did the normal kiss and thank you for a fantastic month. Jumped back in the car before the surly security guard interrupted the serenity.

As we drove off B3 jumped up, head out the window and yells in his best 3 year old voice byyyye dad. Byyyyye dad. Byyyye dad. Loooooove you. He did that till FIFO husband was out of site. He wasnt sad. There were no tears that part came from me. Thats when for a split second you wonder if this is right. Thats what the tears are for. The tears they don’t last long you cant afford it to. We made the long drive home and well after allowing the rules to be bent just a little (they got to stay up late 830pm) just because I wanted their giggly chatter for just a little longer.

So here we are 530 am, first load of wash is done, chickens are fed and I’m about to make lunches and start dinner. Ahh the grind but what makes it worth it. FIFO husband called whilst we stopped for a quick coffee before we headed up the hill and said thank you. Thank you for all sorts. That thank you makes this all so worth it.

Thank you lovelies…have a great Friday,

Chat soon

xx Deb