Tonight I sat down to write a post about how many things make this FIFO gig fantastic.
I am often writing tales of woe and difficulty working with a roster that sees me solo parent for six months of the year. After each post like that I read all the comments and think, “Bloody hell Karin, you big whinger!”. For that reason I really wanted to highlight some of the many ways FIFO, for us, isn’t so bad.
And I will one day.
But I just can’t tonight.
When I write I can only go with what my heart is pumping out. Perhaps not the most professional but if it isn’t in my heart, it ain’t working!
I am on day 19 of flying solo with my two kidlets. Thank goodness I get a bit of a break with them both having places to be for a few hours because, WOW, am I done!
Our normal roster of 15 days away has gone by for a few days of overtime. Yes the extra cash is great but it seems my parenting brain clocks back to midway come day 16 because I’m not supposed to be flying solo anymore.
I know many people fly solo for longer and single parents are full time, but when you know where the finish line is at it sucks to break the ribbon and then have to go 5 more laps!
Is that money worth it? Right now I am thinking no. When we holiday soon (one of the good points I wanted to chat about) it will be so helpful but right now, no. I am pretty sure my husband feels the same… or he isn’t game enough to say otherwise.
Now with some hours to myself (I get 5 hours a week plus two days of however long Leni’s day sleep is) I will take myself out to breakfast, release the steam that is just hanging out inside and get some work done too.
This afternoon at pick up I will try to remain cool when it takes forever to get out the gate.
I will try to remain cool when my oldest wants to play at daycare when I know we have to leave.
I will try to remain cool when dinner is the same freaking thing it has been all week because no one lets me cook anything else!
I will try to remain cool because it is the final countdown and in another 24 hours it is a fair playing field once again.
There are so many reasons why this FIFO life is pretty good, just right now I can’t write about any of them.
Don’t send pity, we are all well and will survive with deep breaths. x
If I had a magic wand and could give you 5 hours to yourself and you didn’t HAVE to do anything, what would you do?
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