My husband is due to embark on a FIFO (Fly-In-Fly-Out) job, meaning he will be away from the FU (Family Unit) for weeks at a time.
When I think of the money he will make, the debts we could pay off and the holidays we could save for – I feel joyful and relieved. However, when I contemplate the reality of him not being here, these feelings quickly change to anxiety and panic.
You see, our FU runs along these lines: I look after the children and hubby looks after me. So, apart from missing their Dad, the kids will be fine – but what about me? Who will cook my dinner every night? Who will change light-bulbs, fix the car, take out the rubbish, mow the lawn etc…
Excuse me a second while I grab a brown paper bag to calm my hyper-ventilated state!
Don’t get me wrong, my damsel-in-distress routine is pretty damn good and could actually win me an Academy Award one day – but what good is a damsel-in-distress without her knight in shining armour?
Maybe it’s time to ditch the old faithful and rehearse a new routine? Mmmm I’m not sure … I’m already in training to become a super-mum, but a solo super-mum? Now that sounds tough!
P.S. To all you full-time mums and dads out there flying solo, I salute you! I can only imagine how hard it must be to do it all on your own, all of the time.