Yesterday my husband was faced with a question that doesn’t pop up often but when it does it is never on a nice occasion.
“Should I come home?”
The question of whether he should fly home from work early has been raised only a handful of times. Normally when I’ve been sick or the kids, when I was getting very close to my due date and things were happening that I can’t guarantee were nothing, or when I’ve been unsure about my mental state. This time, it is family and medical issues and the big ‘C’ and stress and operations and feeling completely useless 4,873kms away unable to help.
Here on the blog I often talk about the impact FIFO life has on the parent at home because that’s me, it’s life as I know it and my story to tell. I often write about wishing to be the one flying away for “a break”, though I know full well if I had two weeks away myself I would be completely lost and sobbing down the phone by day 4.
FIFO life has a huge emotional impact on the partner that leaves home. He has to take the calls on the hard days without being able to do a thing. He has just his own head to roam around in not knowing what is actually going down. He goes to his room after his shift to no one, just a TV, a musty couch and all of his belongings in a suitcase. Would I want to do that? Hell no!
Note to self: bookmark this post for a little reminder on that when required.
Whenever the question comes up, “Should I come home?” our heart always bleeds YES! Yesterday was no exception, but as much as I am all about going with my heart, the head has to get a bit of a say.
If he jumped on the next flight home, he would be coming home to me and the kids, not his family interstate which are another 6 hours away minimum. By the time he got here a whole new chapter would have begun. This time, it was the post-operation relief.
By slowing down the heart and thinking with our heads on this one, we decided he should stay at work. We would monitor what was happening and ask the question later if we need to. Who knows what is around the corner and we are definitely not completely out of the woods yet on this occasion.
Fortunately, we had already planned a family holiday to visit everyone this month anyway so we will stick to those plans. For now.
I am sure there will be many more occasions where my husband asks, “should I come home?” Hopefully, it will be just me having a meltdown and nothing more serious like this week. No matter when he asks though I know that always in our hearts it’s a yes but sometimes you need to let your head have a say.
Do you always go straight with your heart? Or maybe you are more measured with your decisions?
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