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.
And 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).
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!