FIFO. Fly in fly out. 4 weeks on and 1 week off. That’s been our life for almost 4 years now. I can barely remember what it’s like to live with my husband. Missing him feels normal now. Not nice, but normal. That seems wrong somehow, doesn’t it?
Last week I had a chat to Karin over at Calm to Conniption. Many moons ago we worked together in our local pharmacy, then both went off in different directions, leading very different lives. Yet somehow we both ended up parenting little ones while our husbands worked FIFO. You can read our chat here.
Just after the interview went to print I got the news I’d waited so long for. “I’m coming home”. The project is almost complete and lots of the boys are being sent home. In fact they’ve been sending boys home since late last year. Finally they have sent my boy home!
Now I get to learn to live with my husband again. How odd to wake up next to him everyday. How odd to talk over dinner instead of over the phone. Oh my gosh, I’ll have to wash his socks! I’ll have to pack his lunches! Do wives still do that, pack their husband’s lunch?
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little anxious. About sharing our everyday again. About the big cut to our budget. About learning to co-parent when I’m used to flying solo. But I’m so happy. So relieved. It’s so comforting to sit here on the couch reading to my (our) Little Mathematician while I can hear The Mister hammering away in the kitchen upstairs, and knowing that tomorrow there will be more hammering instead of the awful silence of fly out day. Possibly (probably) there will be a lot of banging and a little swearing too 😉
Best of all, there will be more days like this ♡