This is where I get to talk about living with and loving a trucker.
It can be hard to do, especially with your spouse coming in and out of town so much. It can be difficult to be any member of a truckers family. Having been on both sides of the fence I have some views on that, but every family is different and has to find their own balance.
Let me give you an example, you come home from work and its been a bad day. The kids have not done their chores, the house is a mess, the washing machine decided to break right in the middle of a load and its leaked all over the floor all day long. The kids have been playing in it, the dogs tried to lick it up and it made them sick all over. All you want to do is order a pizza for the kids and leave them to eat it while you run away from home, oh and they forgot to tell you that your hubby left a message on the machine for you to pick him up at the truck. He calls complaining that he's been waiting hours for you and where have you been, come get him oh and did you cook dinner yet he's starving for some of your good home cooking.
About this time you've decided to call the French Foreign Legion to see if they take women yet, cause it has to be easier than this. So you go to pick up the hubby, after yelling at the kids to get the house cleaned up, take the dogs outside and hose them off, throw some dirty towels on the floor to soak up the water, and try to remember if there's anything in the freezer other than corndogs that you were talked into buying that no one likes.You get behind the most lost person in the world, who got his license in a crackerjack box and has to slow down at every turn to see if this is where he needs to be.Finally you arrive at the terminal to pick him up, to find him in the middle of a very important conversation with another driver, about something neither of them were there to see but they know all about it anyway. This is where you get into WWIII, when you finally manage to drag him out to the car that is. |
