It’s been two weeks since I’ve written anything? That’s crazy, but so is mi vida loca.
ThatManILove is pretty much staying non-stop out in the field. He’ll start to complete a well, then get to the end of the completion, which calls for 24-7 out there. It’s not unusual for him to leave on Monday, and not come home until Saturday night. When he does get home, it’s sleep, sleep, sleep. But it’s sure good to see him when he does come home!
Life is hard in the oilpatch. You have to work when you can, and I’m glad for the work. ThatManILove loves what he does, but it’s very intense, high profile work at times. And it plays hell on our social lives. We can’t plan anything ahead, nor have we been able to for a long time. Sometimes our friends don’t understand, unless they are in the oilfield. Those understand full well. It’s a miracle if ThatManILove and I get to go catch a 1 1/2 hr movie, much less a meal together. I never know when he’s going to get to come home - I just know when he does get home, he needs to rest. I bet he’s averaging less than 20 hours home per week.
And then you add in the ups and downs of my life. Meetings. Travel. Events. As part of my job, I entertain quite frequently, oftentimes at restaurants for dinner dates. And lots of times, my customers and their spouses drink. I’m good with that, because I rarely drink. Don’t like the taste of alcohol, as a whole. Every once in a while, maybe a peach bellini. And that makes for one good designated driver! We do have fun, though, while getting business accomplished. I love my job.
I do miss ThatManILove going on dinner dates with my customers and I. He’s so much fun, and so knowledgeable. And my customers miss him as well. One night a couple of years ago, ThatManILove and I picked up one of my customers at his hotel. I've known this customer for about 4 years, see him weekly, and consider him a friend. He got in the back seat, I introduced him to TMIL, and we trucked on to the restaurant. We were almost at the restaurant when my customer actually realized that TMIL was my husband and not just one of my coworkers. He said, “Oh! You really DO exist!” We all laughed...that’s just the way it is in this season of our lives.
Just spent the week in San Antonio, on the Riverwalk, no less. In meetings. It was fun, got to meet new people, and got a lot of things accomplished. Hot. Humid. But fun.
Flying back, my plane was delayed. That’s the first time in a long time good ol’ Southwest has made me late, so I certainly cannot whine about that. I love me some SWA.
Aside: (My husband’s alarm just went off, and it’s 4:00 a.m. His morning report is due by 5:30 a.m. What does that say about his vida loca? )
I think I’ll try to catch a couple more hours sleep - I have to go help with a fundraiser event on this beautiful Saturday morning. Y’all have a blessed weekend!