FIFO husband called me last night. Its the first time in four days. Before that he hasn’t been finishing his shift until 11pm and starting again until 7am. This job is a massive one. Its the first swing so its the hardest. The kinks need to be worked out. Its a first for everyone I think and well I don’t think anyone was prepared enough but can you ever be prepared for something so big that you have never done before? So its all hands on deck so to speak.
Currently he is thriving. Being under pressure well he thrives. He is also a ‘chief’ in his position so has everyone piping up and giving their valuable two cents worth. And to him its all valuable. He is the sort of person that takes everyone’s stuff as valuable stuff and tries to see if it works. Or if he can fix it. He is good like that. I’m not biased. I know what an arse he can be, like everyone can be. Yet at work he is fair. As far as work goes we are the same. I’m a work and ethics kind of girl too. He is a good boss. He is a good work mate. He is a very good employee because ultimately its all about the bottom line and what does that bottom line do? Its pays your wages baby. Its makes your lifestyle possible. So he is working hard and doing a damn good job. I’m proud of him. So proud of him.
So in being that good he sounds tired he may not be but that’s how he sounds. Its not something I hear very often and so when I do worry. Yet I know that he will be okay. He is a man with boundless energy but still I worry, that’s my job isn’t it? Sometimes I feel guilty because I cant help him at all but tell him about my boring day to give him that little bit of distraction. I guess its possibly the same guilt he feels when he cant reach through the phone and cuddle me and tell me its okay after consecutive days of no sleep and lots of tantrums. I never quite know what to say to him even after thirteen years when I can hear he is possibly tired and ticked off, perhaps its guilt on my behalf that I cant help, that he is working so hard for me for us.
So I get that feeling of guilt. I will be honest most times its as fleeting as the phone call. This is our job our life. What would we rather 6am-6pm 6 days a week for little money and four weeks leave a year. Or four weeks hard hard work, for four of fantastic weeks leave every second month and for crazy money. This lifestyle it goes for the both of us. I honestly belive I work almost as hard as him so four weeks holidays a year to one every second month hmmm…I know what I prefer obviously.
So having said that Im knackered and Im off to bed. Neither child is sleeping through for one reason or another either needing the toliet and theres a monster in the hall, ears are hurting or they are just talking in the sleep so Im weary tonight. And Im off to the city tomorrow…tooth to be fixed bride of frankenstine hopefully no more.
Hoping that you have had a great Thursday lovelies,
xX Deb
