Check out today's guest blog, giving us a different perspective on construction life.
Over the past twenty years I have been fortunate enough to watch my husbands career grow, not that it hasn’t come with a few challenges. I want to say a few things about my life as a construction wife and how it has been affected by this lifestyle.
Construction starts early, if we’re lucky, the alarm goes off at 4:30 A.M. I always wake up with my husband, make his lunch, get his coffee and if it’s cold, start his truck. Once he’s out the door, I get ready for work, make sure the kids are up and ready for school, and I’m off to work. With those fun midnight pours, or 3:00 A.M. pours, same routine. Who plans those anyways ;-)
In the evening, it’s pretty hard to plan a dinnertime because you never know when a construction worker is going to be home. Once he does finally get home, he eats, he’ll visit with the girls for a bit, maybe watch some TV, then he’s asleep. Any household duties are going to be on me. After working 12-14 hours, there’s no energy for anything else. What is a weekend? Construction workers work Saturdays and sometimes Sundays. They also work out of town.We had one job that kept him out of town for three years!
Now let’s talk about that laundry! Construction laundry in the winter is the worst! It’s muddy, wet, stuck together and just gross. If he ever brought home anything with form oil on it, forget about it, right to the trash. That smell does not come out of the washer.
Through the years things have changed, he doesn’t work as late (sometimes he beats me home) the laundry is much easier, he doesn’t work weekends, and the most he is out of town is for a quick overnighter, which is rare. He is constantly on his phone or computer though. Sometimes I think it would be easier to call him to talk, even if he’s home.
All of that sounds so negative and unappreciative, but the reason I have continued to do the laundry, fix lunch, make coffee, start the truck and so forth for twenty years is because of how very much I appreciate my hard working construction husband.
A construction worker to me is the definition of a man; strong, hard working, and a bit rough around the edges. I adore my life as a construction wife and wouldn’t trade it for anything. Not to mention how exciting it is to go downtown and walk through buildings he has helped to build, or even work in a building he has had a part in building. I have great repsect for construction workers how smart they are, how hard they work, how dedicated they are, and the contibutions they make.
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