Oil rig widow
Ok January is almost over and I can count on one hand how often I have seen Pete. There was the 4 hours last thursday (where he was so exhausted he slept on the couch watching a movie), there was the 5 hours Friday night and 6 hours Saturday (both days I was trapped at the office doing a special report on health care) and then the lazy Sunday which we were supposed to spend doing couply things but ended up getting groceries before he drove out to another rig. He's going to be there for at least SIX WEEKS.
I love that his career is going well. I love that while others are sitting around with little work he's busy, earning money for our house. But Calgary is so expensive to live in that it frustrates me I must see him so little. It's like someone has forced on me a vow of chastity without my consent.
So yeah, when Pete arrived last Thursday he gave me my New Year's Eve kiss and when he left yesterday he gave me a Happy Valentines Day kiss - because that's the life of an oil rig widow.
I love that his career is going well. I love that while others are sitting around with little work he's busy, earning money for our house. But Calgary is so expensive to live in that it frustrates me I must see him so little. It's like someone has forced on me a vow of chastity without my consent.
So yeah, when Pete arrived last Thursday he gave me my New Year's Eve kiss and when he left yesterday he gave me a Happy Valentines Day kiss - because that's the life of an oil rig widow.