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It’s Not All Rainbows and Sprinkles

It’s Not All Rainbows and Sprinkles

So many people think the life of an oilfield wife is something glamorous and wonderful. While it does have it’s perks and it’s moments, it’s not all rainbows and sprinkles.

This past weekend, the kids, dog, and I made a last minute trip out west to spend time with the husband since they were out Monday for President’s Day. We left Friday afternoon after school let out. We don’t get many chances to make a weekend trip to see the husband so we take every one we get. Also, we got to celebrate the boy’s birthday a month later at the restaurant that he wanted his birthday dinner at. So, win win!

Anyway, of the 62 hours that we were in town, the husband was working for 18 of those hours, plus you gotta factor in sleeping. So we probably got to spend about 15 waking hours with him. And that’s being generous. I’m not complaining. We got to see him for 15 whole hours! That’s 15 more hours than we would have been able to spend with him had we not made the trip.

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So Monday, around noon, we loaded everything and everyone up in the car and headed to grab a bite to eat before hitting the road (me getting hangry with two teens who are also hangry in a car for four and a half hours is not something I’m sure any of us would have survived).

We made the long trek home, with the dog and kids sleeping most of the way. Once home, the girl complained that she wasn’t feeling great at all (she mentioned Monday morning that she was feeling a little crummy and her nose was all stuffed up and runny at the same time). She was running a little bit of a fever, but not enough that we wanted to treat it. I promised her a dose of NyQuil at bedtime. We had dinner and got cleaned up and ready for bed.

We woke up this morning, the girl still wasn’t feeling all that great but she felt like she could make it through the day at school and she wasn’t running a fever. What a trooper! The boy was excited to get back to school because he had track practice this afternoon. I took them to school and came home, made a cup of coffee, and got ready to start my day of doing laundry, planning the week’s menu, grocery shopping, and dog wrangling. One hour after school started, I got a phone call from the lady in the attendance office where my son goes. She said that his teacher had brought him down to the nurses station and as soon as he walked in she could tell he felt horrible and told him to go get his things while she called me to come get him. Sometimes living in a small town has it’s perks.

So I go fetch the boy and bring him home. He changes clothes, I take his temperature (it was a low grade fever), and he goes to lay down. He slept from around 10 this morning until about 7 tonight. Around noon or so I was not only suffering from a headache and a sore throat, but I was cold and couldn’t get warm. On a hunch, I took my temperature. While it was only a low grade fever, it was still a fever, and higher than either of the kids’ temperatures had been.

When it’s time for school to start letting out, I drag myself to the car, pick up the girl child, make a quick run to the grocery store for stuff for soup since we are all sick, and come home. The girl made dinner, chicken noodle soup, (it’s a school project she’s working on, and she was feeling better than anyone else here). Now we are all in our nightclothes watching tv (well, I’m listening to the tv, sipping some Yogi Tea, and typing all this up).

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It’s almost bedtime, and while I’m looking forward to finally closing my eyes for the night and resting so I hopefully feel better tomorrow, I know that there’s a pretty good chance I’ll feel worse tomorrow, the girl will feel even better, and the boy is a toss up on being better or still being sick, and I’ll get to do it all on my own because my amazing husband is working his ass off four and a half hours away wishing he could be home to help me while I’m sick.

But this is what I do.  This is what my life is like.  This is what it’s like to be an oilfield wife.  I am Texas Proud and Oil Field Strong!IMG_1873.JPG.jpeg

 
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Posted by on February 21, 2017 in Family, Kids, Life, Oilfield

 

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I Am an Oilfield Wife

I Am an Oilfield Wife

I am an oilfield wife and a mother. I spend most nights in my bed with my dog instead of my husband. I have gone to school with my children as their dad for Donuts with Dad days when they were younger. I have played the part of both mother and father to the best of my ability for most of the past twelve years.

I got married to my husband by the Justice of the Peace on his lunch break, took him back to the shop, and then drove the three hour trip back home to see my father one last time before he moved to Utah for work. My husband left for a job that night that kept him away from home for almost three weeks. 

I have packed and unpacked our home numerous times (I can’t count them all on one hand) with him being there enough to help load and unload the bulkiest and heaviest of the furniture. 

I have searched for, and found, houses and duplexes for us to live in from sometimes as much as six hours away. 

My husband’s schedule only has him home for four months out of the year. IF he gets all of his scheduled days off AND takes ALL of his vacation days that’s five months out of the year. He’s worked plenty of his days off instead of coming home. He’s gone years without taking any vacation days, unless we were moving and it didn’t fall on his days off. Even then, he only ever took a few days, no where near the amount of vacation time he had. 

I have taken our sick or hurt children to the emergency room on my own. I have spent sleepless nights awake hearing every little noise outside making sure our children are safe. 

I have spent countless hours worrying about my husband. I have spent days without talking or texting with him. I have spent weeks and even months without seeing him. 

I have postponed many Thanksgivings, Christmases, birthdays, and other special days/holidays so that we celebrate when he is home and doesn’t miss out on more than he already does. 

I listen to people complain about how the oilfield is destroying the earth. I hear FAMILY complain about how inconvenient it is for them to deal with the oilfield trash on the roads. I listen to people blame things on the oilfield that are acts of God, not the oilfield. I hear and see how people look down on anyone associated with the oilfield. I have seen firsthand the hurt on my children’s faces when their father’s career choice is talked down upon. I have seen the pride in their faces and the anger in their faces when they talk about what their dad does for a living and when they have people tell their kids not to play with them because of his job. 

I have answered the, “Where’s Dad? When’s he coming home? Will he be here for my birthday?” questions many times when they were younger. They’ve learned that you can celebrate birthdays and holidays any time. It’s not about the day, it’s about the people you share it with. 

I have traveled to see not only my side of the family but his side, too, without him so that my children know their families. I have attended weddings without him. I have attended funerals without him. I have attended pretty much anything you can think of without him. Hell, I have attended his company picnic without him before. 

This is why it pisses me off when I hear how people take their other half for granted. This is why it pisses me off when I listen to people complain that their ex only gets the children every other weekend. This is why it pisses me off when one parent alienates their child from the other parent. This is why it pisses me off when I see people turn up their noses at someone because of their job. This is why it pisses me off when I hear people complain about their other half working late tonight. This is why it pisses me off when I hear people complaining about how damaging the oilfield is. 

My husband puts his life on the line day in and day out. My husband puts his blood and sweat into what he does. My husband sacrifices time at home with family to do his job. My husband helps make sure you have fuel to put in your vehicles. My husband helps get the natural gas put so you can have heat in your home in the winter. 

I am an oilfield wife. 

  

 
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Posted by on April 29, 2016 in Family, Life, Oilfield

 

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Oh, The Places I Have Been!

When my husband first started working in the oilfield, about nine years ago, I didn’t realize just how much we would move around.  I knew there would be a little moving, but not as much as there has been.

We were living in Fort Worth, Texas when he hired on with the oilfield.  That moved us to College Station, Texas.  We spent two wonderful years down there.  I must say, up until just very recently, it was probably my favorite place that we lived.  It was home to the Fighting Texas Aggies.  For a college town it was surprisingly peaceful.  I loved it.  It had enough amenities of the big town living, still mingled with small town life.  It just held a magic for me that I can’t describe.  We would travel back to Fort Worth on his weekends off to visit family.  It was a lot of driving, but it wasn’t too bad.

After two years in College Station, the company he worked for opened up a shop in Alvarado, Texas, just south of Fort Worth.  If he transferred to the new shop, a promotion came with it.  So we packed up and headed back home.  We bought a house in a small suburb south of Fort Worth in Crowley, Texas.  We saw family a lot more often.  Both of my children started school, one year right after the other.  We were happy.  It was great.  We spent three years there.  Then it happened again…

He lost his job and hired on with another company.  The catch…the new company was located just southeast of Pittsburgh…Pennsylvania.  He headed up there to get started working and trying to find us a place to live while I packed up our house and did what I could from 1,500 miles away to help him try and find us a house.  After nearly two months apart, it was time for us to leave.  School was starting back up in Texas and we only had about two weeks before school started up in Pennsylvania.  The kids and I loaded up some toys and clothes in my truck and off we went to start this new chapter of our lives.

We lived in a small town northwest of Pittsburgh called Beaver Falls, Pennsylvania.  The house we lived in sat on about three acres that we were responsible for in the middle of corn and hay fields.  It was stunning!  It was beautiful!  Then winter came.  Everything was white white white everywhere you looked.  Come to find out, our first winter there was a record breaking winter.  We had snow drifts in our yard that were six to eight feet deep.  There were days that my husband had to call in to work because the snow was so deep he couldn’t get his four wheel drive company truck out of our driveway.  Yet, we survived.  We didn’t see much of family.  Not hardly any at all.  We were almost all we had up there.  My mom and stepdad moved in with us while he worked with my husband.  They were there for about six months before they moved back to Texas.  Then my sister and nephew lived with us, also for about six months or so.  Then we all moved back home.  Kevin had gotten another job with another company because the one he was with wouldn’t transfer him back to Texas.  He was ready to be home.  So after two beautiful years in Pennsylvania, we were loading back up and moving again.

We landed in East Texas in a town just south of Tyler called Flint, Texas.  Since we were back home we saw family more again.  We lived in a small duplex right by Lake Palestine right on the border of Smith County and I don’t even remember the county next to us anymore.  We met some new friends, the kids went to yet another new school, and we even saw foxes.

I bet you’ll never guess what happened next.  That’s it.  We moved yet again.

Now we are located in South Texas on the northwest side of San Antonio.  We’ve been to the Riverwalk.  We drive by Sea World all the time, though we haven’t gone yet.  The kids started another new school.  We may not see our family as much now as we did when we lived in Tyler, but we are two more hours away than we were there.  We still see them.  We are even trying to make it where we go up to visit about once every other month.  Now that school is out we are going to be a little more flexible on when we can go visit, but of course that all depends on my husband’s work schedule, too.

All in all, in nine years we have changed towns five times for the oilfield.  The kids have mastered being the “new kid” at school.  I have mastered packing and unpacking in nearly record breaking time.  We adapt very well to wherever the oilfield sends us.

 
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Posted by on June 14, 2013 in Life, Oilfield

 

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Married Too Young?

I always hear people saying things that just drive me insane!  Things like:

  • “You’re too young to know what love is.”
  • “You are only (insert young age here, like 18 or 22 or whatever).  You should be out having fun and not thinking of settling down.”
  • “If you get married right after high school it won’t last.”
  • “You shouldn’t be having kids, you’re just a kid yourself.”

And many other things like that.  I hear them on the radio, at the mall, on tv, friends talking to or about their kids, etc.  I must say this…IT DRIVES ME CRAZY!!  Who are you to tell someone that they are too young to love someone?  Who are you to tell someone that their relationship won’t last because they are still a teenager or young adult?

I met my husband when I was a kid.  We grew up together.  We were like family.  I broke up with a guy that I had been planning a wedding with and he was going through a divorce.  We started hanging out as friends. One day we both realized that we were falling in love with each other.  I don’t know who fell for who first, but I do remember the first time I told him that I loved him.  He hadn’t said it, but I felt that I needed to.  For me.  I was so astonished and amazed and dumbfounded when he said it back.  That was nearly thirteen years ago.  I was seventeen.

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Of course, I had all these people telling me all these crazy things.  The only thing I could say to them was sit back and watch.  Our daughter was born just a couple of weeks before I turned nineteen.  Our son was born just a few months after I turned twenty.  I was a young mother.  I am still happily married to their father, who just so happens to be the love of my life.  We recently “celebrated” (as much as you can when they are out of town) our eighth wedding anniversary.  I love this man more now than I did when I was seventeen and too young to know what love was.  My children, though they were born to a very young woman, are happy, healthy, well loved, and great children.  I know all parents say that about their kids, but I get compliments all the time from STRANGERS on how well mannered and behaved my kids are.

Do I think we got married too young?  No.  Do I think we got too serious too young?  No.  Do I think every relationship that people have at seventeen or so is the right relationship for them to be in for the rest of their lives?  No.  Do I think that we beat the odds?  Maybe.  Would I do anything differently?  Absolutely not.  But am I going to tell my daughter, or my son, when they are seventeen and feel like they are so in love with the person they are with and they feel they will be together forever that they don’t know what love is?  Am I going to tell them they are too young for a serious relationship?  No.

I just wanted to get that off my chest.  I feel a little bit better now.  Just remember, you might not think that the relationship you or someone you know has in high school will last, but you may be very very wrong.  We are still proving people wrong.

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Posted by on April 19, 2013 in Family, Husband, Life, Oilfield

 

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On My Way to a Better, Slimmer, Fitter, Healthier (and Hotter) Me!

So this is totally in NO WAY oilfield related, other than the fact that my husband works in the oilfield and I will mention him towards the end of the post.

So, I posted a while back out the Color Me Rad 5K that the kids and I have registered for.  I also said that I really needed to start training for it because I am so out of shape because I really haven’t worked out at all (other than housework and chasing the kids around and playing with the dog) since we moved to San Antonio.  So I’ve been working out on the elliptical (hahaha, yeah, right) over the past week or so.  Or rather, I’ve been knocking a little dust off of it.  I was working my way through the preprogramed level 1 workout.  At least, I was trying to.  I would get a little over five minutes into it and have to stop.  I would reach the level 8 resistance and just not be able to continue on any farther.  Friday, I actually completed the entire level 1 workout!  Woohoo!  Go me!  Oh, yeah.  I showed that elliptical that I was the boss, not him!

Also, Friday, I started another challenge to go along with the elliptical training.  I found it on shrinkingjeans.net.  So far, I’m doing pretty well.  I know it’s supposed to be for March and this is April, but I like this one instead of the legs one they are doing this month over there.  Here’s the calendar:

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I didn’t want to do the leg one they are doing, because a friend of mine challenged us (a group of ladies in a private group on Facebook) to a 30 Day Squat Challenge.  This is what it looks like:

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Only, I blacked out the picture of the chick’s naked butt and put in my website and Twitter name.  Well, the website this will be in another week, anyway.  🙂  Which is probably LONG before people will read this post. I’m telling you, I am one boring person.

So, suffice it to say, my legs HURT!  I took today off (at least from the elliptical) because of it.  I don’t want to push myself to hard or too far and hurt myself.  But I did do the squats (I’m only on Day 3, so it’s a good thing tomorrow is a rest day for that) and I did do Day 4 (which is resting, thank goodness) of the Abs one.  I’m telling you, I am going to finish this 5K in record time.  Although, that won’t be too hard to do since this will be my first ever 5K and therefore the record setting one.  Haha!

I am also planning on starting the Couch to 5K app this weekend, with the kids since they will be doing the 5K with me.  I can’t wait!  I think it is going to be so much fun, and will be so rewarding and the feeling of accomplishment will be so great once we cross that finish line.

My oh so wonderful husband is totally supporting me through all of this.  He is celebrating my little victories (I sent him a picture of the elliptical’s display after I finished the workout) with me, even if it’s just a Woohoo!! and an imagined (on my part) Happy Dance since he’s out on location and all.  (See, I told you my husband would be mentioned, and therefore the oilfield as well, at the end of this post.)  I just hope that he will be home the 30 of June, which is the day of the 5K, to cheer me and the kids on.  I am super stoked!  I’m also ready to start seeing some of the amazing side effects that I know are coming with all of this extra (please read that without the word extra) working out I’m doing.  He is going to have one smoking hot wife this summer!  I’m working on hanging up my swimsuit in front of the elliptical for a little extra motivation.  I am feeling great (except for the sore muscles, but even those aren’t too bad since I know that it’s going to be worth it on so many levels in the end) and ready for more!

Care to join me in the 30 Day Squat Challenge, or even the Six-Pack March one?

 
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Posted by on April 9, 2013 in Kids, Life, Oilfield, Training

 

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Does It Get Easier? It Did For Me

You can find groups for oilfield wives all over the internet.  There are entire websites devoted to the oilfield wives.  And there are so many on Facebook.  Pages for oilfield wives blogs, pages for oilfield clothing.  There are groups on Facebook for oilfield wives to “support” each other.  Groups that have regular meet and greets in their areas so that oilfield families can come together and get to know each other.  I am even an admin for a group on Facebook for San Antonio Oilfield Wives, and we get together about once a week (sometimes more) for lunch and such to just hang out.  We have so much in common because we are oilfield wives, and we all understand the things we go through because of it.

Anyway, the whole point of this post was this…

On a couple of the pages that I follow on Facebook, they repost a lot of what the wives post on their wall or send to them in a message so that they can get input and/or support from other wives.  A lot of the posts that I see being reposted are wives asking how we deal with our husbands being gone and if them leaving ever gets easier.  I see a lot of replies saying that you don’t get used to it and that it doesn’t ever get easier.  I know, from reading the posts, that a lot of the women asking these questions are new to this lifestyle (yes, being in the oilfield is a way of life) and they married into it, meaning that their husband (or boyfriend, or fiancé or whatever their relationship status is) was already in the oilfield when they got together.  I’m not sure about the status of the women who reply.  I have read a lot of replies that are basically the same thing.  They say that it doesn’t get easier, you don’t learn how to deal with it, you are super lonely, etc.  My take is completely different.

I’m not sure if it’s because my husband and I were together long before he started working in the oilfield (we were together for nearly four years before this), and so I came into it with some sort of idea of what I was getting into.  We talked about it for a while before he signed on at the bottom of the food chain and began working his way up.  It could be because I am just a different type of person, with a different way of looking at things, or what.  But for me, it has gotten easier.  I did find ways to deal with him being gone.  I am not as lonely as I once was.  I have a great group of friends here in San Antonio, and I have made friends in several of the places that the oilfield has taken us to.  I don’t cry for hours, or days, or at all now when he leaves for his hitch.  I do tear up a little and get a little down when we know he is leaving for longer than he usually does (for the past couple of years it’s only been two weeks at a time, though, and I can do that with my eyes closed and my hands tied behind my back).  I kiss and hug him bye, see him off, and go on about my life as usual.  I have lunch with friends nearly weekly (I have been missing lunch when he’s home, but he’s grown to like them and is now loving being able to join us for lunch, too).

I stay busy while he’s gone, as well.  I hang out with the girls.  I hang out with the kids.  We will go to the park.  We will walk the dog (although not as often as he would like).  We go to school functions.  I read.  I blog (though not regularly…not yet, anyway).  I sell Scentsy.  I drink coffee (and lots of it).  I talk to family (they all live about six hours away).  I am writing a novel.  I taught myself to crochet.  I am training for a 5K, that the kids are going to run with me.

I’m not really ranting.  I’m not even complaining at all about what they say.  I am just saying that for myself, it’s different.  It DID get easier.  It DID get better.  It DOES work for us.  We talk and text as often as he can (I keep my phone with me ALL the time when he isn’t home, just because you never know when he is going to have a chance to make a ten second phone call).  We don’t take his time home for granted, either.  We try to make the most out of it, both as a couple and as a family, even if we just sit at home and watch movies.

 
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Posted by on April 5, 2013 in Life, Oilfield

 

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Alone Again Tonight

I am alone again tonight.  The kids are in bed, the reptiles have been either put to sleep or woken up, depending on which one it is, and the dog is softly snoring on his bed by the window.  I am sitting here in the bed, where sleep eludes me, enjoying a wonderful cup of coffee (and I wonder why I can’t seem to fall asleep.  Ha!).  I’ve done this many nights before.  That’s the way nights often go when you’re an oilfield wife.  Which brings me to the entire point (at least as of right now before I get sidetracked and get completely off topic, which wouldn’t surprise me too much) of this post.

I am an Oilfield Wife.  I wear the title proudly.  I spend long nights just wishing for a text from my husband, knowing it might not come.  I spend long days taking care of the kids and the house hoping he will be home for dinner, knowing that he probably won’t.  I chose this lifestyle, or rather it chose me.  My husband and I had been together for a few years before he got involved in the oilfield almost ten years ago.  I didn’t marry into it like a lot of women I know.  I was asked my opinion, my thoughts, my feelings.  We discussed it at great length.  We both agreed that he could at least give it a shot and we could see if it worked for us.  So far, I have taken this way of life and made it my own.

Anyway, I was at the bank today taking care of a couple of things that needed to be done when the banker helping me asked me what Kevin did for a living.  I told her he worked in the oilfield.  She said, “Then I guess that means he’s gone quite a bit then, huh?”  I told her he was gone at least as much as he was home, if not more.  She asked me why and how I did it.  I told her that I do it because I have to.  I do it because we CHOSE this life.  I do it because I am strong enough to handle it.  I do it because I love my husband.

This is a hard life to live.  I keep my phone with me at all times when my husband is out on a job.  Yes, I even take it to the bathroom with me.  It could ring at any time, and be my wonderful husband.  He could have only half a minute to spare to call me (it’s happened several times before) and if I don’t answer it, I don’t know when I will get to hear his voice next.  I sleep with my phone right by my head when he’s gone, because he might have a chance to call at 2:30 in the morning and I don’t want to miss it.

I am an oilfield wife.  That means I know how to fix my truck if it breaks down (or I know how to call someone else that can).  I know how to take care of the yard work.  I know how to take out the trash.  I know how to cook and clean (although my husband would argue with you about that one).  I know how to pack a bag for him in about ten minutes flat, and not forget anything.  I know how to pay the bills.  I know how to attend family functions without him.  I know how to drive halfway across the country by myself (with the children, so I’m not really by myself, but I am the only adult).  I know how to handle a gun.  I know the difference in my dog barking at an animal and barking at something I really need to go check out.  I know how to defend my children, my house, and myself.

One thing that people don’t always understand is that if we go with them somewhere, let’s say to dinner, we might have to get up and leave before our food ever arrives.  If his phone rings, he must answer it.  He can’t just leave it in the truck or at the house.  He is ON CALL.  Even when he isn’t, he still is.

I have recently met a group of oilfield wives here in San Antonio, and I don’t know how I ever got along without them before.  They know what it’s like.  I don’t even have to say anything.  They just know.  They understand.  They don’t judge me when I stop in the middle of a conversation and walk off to answer my phone.  They don’t judge me when I start texting while we are talking.  They know.  I love our weekly lunch dates.  I look forward to them every week!  We all pretend like none of us are ever going to move away, but we all know that any of us could be moving anytime.  We also know that if we have plans, and one of our husbands happens to be home, that lucky wife just might not make it to wherever we were meeting.  If one of us disappears for a week, we know it’s because the husband is home.  Time with them is so precious.

So now that I am rambling, and jumping all over the place, and not really making any kind of points or sense anymore, I think it is time for me to try and get some sleep.

And yes, my phone is right beside me, waiting on that call or that text…

 
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Posted by on March 26, 2013 in Husband, Life, Oilfield

 

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