Well I have failed miserably at one of my blogging goals for the year which was to write from the daily post topic a few times a week. Guess we will shoot for once a month.
This particular topic is titled “My Favorite” ~ What’s the most time you’ve ever spent apart from your favorite person? Tell us about it.
As much as my husband can rattle my nerves he is still my favorite person.
In 2010 my husband was laid off from his job. It was when the economy in southern Nevada had taken a serious tank and being a heavy equipment operator, when economy is down, so is construction.
In 2011 he applied for a job in the mining industry and luckily got the job. The bad part was this was in a town called Ely, NV and it was a 4 hour drive from our home in Southern Nevada.
If you have never been to Ely, Nevada well let me just assure you that you aren’t missing a damn thing because it’s a little piece of nothing in the middle of nowhere. There’s absolutely nothing, nada, zilch there. Well except a McDonalds …those are everywhere. Therefore, the thought of moving there was not at the top of my priority list. So instead he commuted home a couple times a month on his days off.
We had a 1 year old, a 2 month old, and about a month later found out we were pregnant with baby #3. Surprise! And let’s not forget two older boys who were 10 and 12 at the time.
This meant I was home alone taking care of 5 kids by myself for the majority of 3 years. It’s equivalent to being a single parent only I didn’t work full time.
It’s true what they say that “absence makes the heart grow fonder”. I was always happy to see him but knew that the time would be short lived and was always sad after he left. When my son was 3-years-old, I remember him crying “daddy don’t go bye bye” and standing in the driveway bawling as the little white Jetta we owned drove down the road. It was then I knew some changes had to be made.
For me it was easy to pop back into my routine after he left but to see my kids missing their daddy…well that was heart wrenching for me.
Luckily some jobs opened up at various other mines and upon being offered a job at several of the ones my husband applied for we decided the best option was where we are now. It was time to move.
Moving has never been easy for me. I get very attached to my surroundings and friends that I make and the thought of leaving that all behind scared me. We had to sell a house in an economy that was just barely recovering at the time. And we were pretty insistent that we were going to make the move in one trip using the U-Haul we rented and our truck. Needless to say I had to make a trip back on my own to pick up the last of a few things and finalize the papers on the house as it actually sold faster than we thought it would.
Now it’s almost 2 years later and even though my husband works a lot and is gone for very long periods of time (16 hours) on the days or nights he does work. It’s still nice that we all get to see each other everyday…well most days…some days
I feel like hitting him with a frying pan he can get on my nerves as well as I am sure I can get on his.