I hate hate, hate, hate when my husband has to work an extra week. He’s staying longer this hitch, so his usual two weeks away at the North Slope will actually be three. The dreaded “work-over”. And that also means he’ll only get one week at home instead of two. Bad followed by worse! Having him gone longer than the norm is hard on me –extra work, more pressure, no breaks, the kids miss him…etc,etc. All oilfield wives know how it feels, it’s like all the normal issues are multiplied by ten. Everything seems worse than usual. But that’s not the worst part. Oh it’s tough, but I can deal with it. I hate it for my Hot Oil Man’s sake. That’s what I hate most about the dreaded work-over. I hate him missing out on our lives! I want him to get a break, I want him to get to come home, and I want him to have time with the kids. Of course I want time with him as well. I miss our time together and I know he does, too.
I’m not whining though. Well…maybe just a little tiny bit. The company my husband works for didn’t force him to work over, he agreed to it and we’re grateful for the opportunity. I’m extremely thankful. I mean, how many jobs offer chances to earn extra when you need it? With all our added expenses lately, the extra money is definitely appreciated. I just feel that the sacrifice is bigger for him than for me, and that doesn’t seem fair. Yeah, I’ll get stressed out. I’ll probably be sleep-deprived by the end of the three weeks and starved for adult conversation. But other than that, I’m still just doing my regular day-to-day duties. Nothing I can’t handle. But he has to give up time at home. That’s a big sacrifice to make. Huge. I’m thankful to him for being tough enough to handle it. He thinks I’m being tough because I handle everything here, but he’s wrong. He’s got the hard job, and I appreciate him working so hard so I can be home.
So…I’m one week in to a three-week hitch. At least ten things are guaranteed to go wrong here at home. That’s how it goes. But in the midst of this awful hitch, I will keep my chin up. I’m grateful for my Hot Oil Man and I’m thankful for the bigger paycheck we’ll have this month. We’ll get through it. We will survive this work-over.