Listening to my kids in the room play Marco Polo while throwing goldfish around my room made my heart stop for a second … made me realize something …
They have no idea what is happening right now.
After hearing of the prices of oil drop today, I am terrified. What these three babies don’t know is how much we depend on that oilfield job. How this job has given us the house, the memories, the ability to be comfortable for all these years. Like many other oilfield mamas the news of the price and oil drop is scary. I know I’m not alone in this worry, but I am petrified nonetheless.
Our bills, our food, our well being all depend on this job. Although we have prepared for slower times, I was not prepared of the news of oil costing less than a carton of eggs. I am scared because I don’t know what this means for my children, myself, and most importantly for my husband’s job.
What if this doesn’t get better?
I’m a firm believer in the saying this too shall pass. But today I am scared. Today my anxiety has gotten the best of me. I have been able to keep a brave face for the last couple of weeks now throughout this whole corona virus outbreak. I know this has been affecting our economy, but I have been able to keep my positive attitude, until today.
Today it hit me like a ton of bricks.
To all of you oil field wives/mamas, I am with you. I see you. I hear your cries. I’m sharing in your prayers. I’m scared for your household and I’m scared for mine. I’m thinking about your kids. I’m praying for your husband. I’m thinking of your sanity. I am worried too. I am scared of the unknown.
We will get through this together like we always do.
Until then, we must pray, hope, and try not to worry. We must find a way to put on a brave face for our kids, then cry it out in the closet if we need to.