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a fifo wife {interiors: pantry love}

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Pantry’s I LOVE them. I like them big, orderly and clean. I love my opened ingredient’s stored in glass jars ( I use the large Macoona coffee jars – who has the money for spending on those beautiful glass jars and imagine the disappointment if they broke) although my chef husband doesn’t always agree. I like it to look like a deli. I could spend hours in a good deli or Asian emporium’s and I want my pantry to inspire me to cook lovely dinners for my babies and handsome husband.

We have a massive pantry here at the big house however we have a renovation planned for the big house and I want a bigger pantry floor to ceiling. I would also love a part butlers pantry just to get all the appliances such as the toaster and coffee machine etc out of the way these are not so popular in Australia so convincing my husband my take some arm twisting. I know having a butlers pantry it comes down to room I’m so fortunate that my big house (that’s her name) is a big girl and there is plenty of room.

Well my friends that’s my Monday musing have a fantastic day,

xxD

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the fifo wife from the mouth of babes..

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Heres something to make you giggle my friends…

So B2 and I are lying in bed for some quiet time after putting little B3 down for nap. He takes a deep breath and then smiles and says to me…’mum you  smell like the beach’ and I say ‘thats nice baby we like the beach’ and he replies ‘yes you smell nice just like the beach ‘ then he is quite for a moment before smiling again and says to me…’you have crabs mum if you smell like the beach you must have crabs mum..you must have crabs’. I havent laughed so much in days..and NO I DONT HAVE CRABS nor have I ever..lol..

xxD

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a fifo wife {fifo life: Is it hard being a fifo wife}

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I get asked this constantly. Is it hard being a fifo wife? I also get oh you poor thing being on your own all that time coping with the kids. However my take on it is this we love it. Most of the time. There is the odd occasions when I have the odd melt down but you know my opinion suck it baby and that’s a rare event.

The FIFO swing we do is 4weeks on and 4 weeks off. The end result is this: my husband is home for a full solid month and in that time he is the best dad and husband in the world. He attends swimming lessons, basketball practise, he is never too tired to play dinosaurs or tickles in the backyard.  I watch my neighbours husbands leave at 5am and get home tired at 6pm. Working six days a week and too tired to play and enjoy the kids on a Sunday, their only day off. My husband is there 100% in the moment for that entire month both for them and me.

Being a fifo wife for me means I can be a stay home mum to my three beautiful boys. Without this job I would never have been able to do this and I may have not had as many children without it; sad but true. Most days I love being a stay at home mum I will occassionally tell you otherwise but who doesnt its a tough job with a tough cliental. I’m also grateful that my husband is supportive of me like you wouldnt believe and for that I am so thankfull. He has helped me make my dream of a little shop a reality and without this job Im not sure that couldve happened. i love being so independent. I love who this job has made me become. What my family has become.

Then there is the money and I would be lying if I said that wasnt the other driving force of doing this lifestyle. Its crazy money. We have been sensible but we always have been.  We have invested and we try to live off the least amount we can as we want to be prepared for when the boys say “dad I want you home all the time” at the moment they know that without daddy working away there is no holidays, house, toys and tiger time. We have been doing this their whole lives. Yet the moment one of them or me says its time I want to be ready to be able to have what I have now because I love the family bonds that we have. We are a close family and I believe its due to the job and its money that we have that. We dont have the financial stresses that most do, so we enjoy each other more.

So what about missing the big things like birthdays and christmas? We dont miss them we make a date and we move them forward and celebrate them exactly as they should be and I think they are infact more enjoyable because there doesnt seem to be the stress aassociated with the day especially christmas it leaves the inlaws to having a good christmas with their family with out the guilt of being with us.  We also only celebrate them once. We learnt that lesson with B1 birthday we celebrated it twice and it was a nightmare. I will admitt that occassionally we get upset by husband missing school races, carnivals and he has missed some milestones but we try to catch up with video and making a big deal of the whole performance by having it relived to him in detail. We belive its the everyday that counts.

The main downside is I get lonely so I try to keep super busy. He is my best friend and I miss him at night mostly thats when Im most lonely so I have started filling my time with things like this blog and catching up on bookwork. I miss his physical support as I dont have any family here of my own and dont know anyone else really in my situation. However with regular phone calls, and skype that void is getting smaller. I have the boys in a good routine, good diet (essential) and good discipline structure that I have created to live this way and when husband is home he just slots right in. So there is little stress.

However having said that I dont want to live this way for ever I have been doing it 12 years 6 years on my own which was great ( I achieved all my careea goals because I had lots of me time) and 6 years so far with babies. I have a date on my wall 16.01.2016 where I want to review where we are and how we are travelling. I have a dream of travelling the world with my boys. I want to be the one that shows them it.

So is it hard being a fifo wife yes and no. Its as hard or as easy as you make it. Like life really FIFO just makes it just a little trickier.

xx Deb

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Come on in and say hello..

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So I didnt get anyone comment or subscribe to my first ever give away…lol..I know your out there…I see you dropping in everyday and I guess thats enough for me after all I have only been doing this blogging gig a few weeks but I would really love to hear from you just hit the subscribe button or a simple hi would be seriously enough to make my day .This whole fly in fly out thing can be so lonely even great after 6 years its still lonleybut never mind suck it up baby I can here my innerself saying. But seriously I get it why people dont comment there are a many reasons but in the mean time here is some entry way/ reception hall prettiness to get me through the day..because my door is always open….oh how cliche and daggy but so true…thanks friends xxD

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a fifo wife {fifo life: What I learnt this month..about my husband}

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What I learnt this month:

1. Husband values date day and date night more than I can imagine.

When I cancelled and shuffled date day around I never ever imagined that he would care. I didn’t realise the hurt and discontent it would cause. I just assumed that he wouldn’t care it’s no big deal; he after all is a man. What I didn’t realise that first of all he did care immensely and second of all he took it as rejection and that there was a shift going on that he couldn’t
see whilst he was away, but he knew happened to every second man that he worked with. Its a symptom of the industry broken relationship’s.

That simple act of trying to be more organised caused so much tension, that it turned the whole month into hard work. It wasn’t blissful; this month was damn hard work. I knew in the first week I had done something wrong and whilst I tried to work it out myself, it never occurred to me that he would be upset by not having that quality time with me. It’s amazing but despite it being twelve years I still find it unfathomable that someone would WANT to spend that sort of time with me it’s a self confidence thing I know but still I’mbaffled by it. However this was the key to his annoyance. Not being able to spend time with ME! He seriously felt rejected and he missed me on those days.

So knowing that something was wrong we went for a drive because that where we talk best, in the car. It’s crazy but whenever we need to have a serious conversation it’s in the car. The conversation about having a third baby happened in the car, who would be our children’s guardians should the unthinkable happen happened in the car.  We can generally talk without interruption and
there is less intensity to it, the car just works for us. I always tell my friends if they need to have a serious talk to their partner to pick the right place the person they are having the ‘talk’ too. For my father it’s in his boat, for us it’s in the car, for my brother in-law it’s in my kitchen, where they feel most comfortable you’re more likely to get the answers you’re looking for when things aren’t hissing away. The car thing it is strange but true.

It then came out that all this horrible tension that we had was fixed with one little drive. He asked I explained. He explained and I listened. He said I’m an ass and I said yes you are. It ended with a planned date night and I love you.