Our family has been running on the FIFO (fly in fly out worker) lifestyle steadily for around 9 months now. We have the hang of it. It is what we have had to do for my husband’s career so it’s what we do.
I don’t think I will ever love it. I am not sure how you could. He misses out on so many things and we miss out on having him be a part of some things in life. But the time he is home for is special. He might not think that when he is mowing the overgrown lawn and cleaning the pool properly after my half-assed attempts.
The highs are high and the lows are low so somehow it makes it all ok.
Sometimes it’s shit and time goes forever. This fortnight feels like I have a plough attached to my back and I making circles in cornfields like an alien.
This fortnight has been the worst. Chasing after an active little boy while incubating a growing little girl who is using up all your immunity so you are a heavy-headed snot monster does nothing for a happy household environment.
I think I have done pretty well though, considering. My neighbours have only been privy to a couple of “ARI! I’M ABOUT TO LOOSE MY MIND!” breakdowns. Usually around the 4pm mark when I’m exhausted and wish I could just close my eyes yet know we have all the fun of dinner, bath time and bed ahead of us.
When we first started the FIFO thing I used to pump myself up with Alicia Keys – This Girl is on Fire. That tune played over and over in my head. I was kicking goals.
That was before I was pregnant. Those were days I could sit back with a glass of wine or two when the son had gone down. The fortnights flew by!
Now is different. But I know it isn’t forever and I know there are so many more hurdles yet to jump with an increasingly large belly. Oh and then when there are two kiddies! Shhh! Not yet.
This fortnight will be over soon and the fun of Daddy home for a fortnight will be here. Then we will be full circle and it will be time to start again. Hopefully it will be with a bit less sickness and a bit more energy.
Where is my second trimester energy I ask you Dr Spock!
Do you live a FIFO family lifestyle? Or maybe you’re a full-time single parent?
Any hot tips to kick the black dog to the curb?