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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.

img_1892-jpgAnd here’s a picture of the dog doing what he does best.  Riding a forklift being a wireline boxer.  On his 7th birthday, no less!

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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