You already met Rocky Road Rebecca, and now it is time to meet The Guy that lives here at My Whit’s End. The Guy (A.K.A. Hunni) is a pilot and a family man. He flies and he helps raise the four kiddos that we have.
Let me tell you a few things about flying for a living. There are several misconceptions about pilots. Two common ones are: Your neighbors think that your husband never works; they say, “You are off half of the year? What do you do with all your spare time?” Your family thinks that your Hunni is never home. They say, “He is gone half the year. That must be hard on the family.” Both happen to be correct. So it is all how you approach it. Is the glass half full? or half empty? Is the Hunni home half the year? or is he gone half the year?
Pilots live in hotels when they are on the road. That means that when The Hunni comes home, he does not want to go out to eat; get away for a relaxing weekend at a hotel; eat heavy, cream-laden dishes; leave the house; have his family leave home; see a suitcase of any kind; watch any type of screen. Here is what this wife-of-a-pilot wants to do after having the kids all to herself for two weeks straight: eat out; get away for a relaxing weekend at a hotel where someone else makes the bed; eat fussy, fat-laden, cream dishes; get away from the house; take the family on a field trip with Daddi; pack up her suitcase; relax together with a family movie. SO! we have to make it work. And sometimes the way we make it work takes us down “the road less traveled.” We homeschool–we visit museums and other attractions during weekdays when most kids are in school. We might go ahead and eat out when Daddi is gone and fix things like mashed potatoes and meatloaf when Daddi comes home. We rarely celebrate holidays or family events on their actual date. Hunni cooks breakfast when he is home and I consider that my “get-away.” We use Skype as an extension of our house–Daddi is in the next room on Skype. And yes, there are times that the road gets bumpy, but with the LORD’s guidance, we have kept our family squeezed in together in our family-jalopy as we bounce down that less traveled road.
Usually The Guy is flown to his plane, not the other way around. So each new rotation, he gets on a Delta flight and flies to a city where “his” plane is parked. However, this past week, “his” plane was at DTW (Detroit), so we actually got to take him to work. Here are some photos.
I love how we all trail out like a descending line.
We are heading to that Citation X–“his” plane.
Wouldn’t this photo make a great advertisement? “Yeah, that’s my private jet”, says the baby in the stroller. “I’m headed to my playdate.”
Ticketless boarding, and no waiting in lines.
Once we were in the plane, the kiddos opened every drawer and door and compartment.
Eloise had an “emergency” and had to”use it.” She said, “Look, you have to put on your seat belt before you go.”
Remember. Everything that the kiddos touched got fingerprints all over it, and fingerprints aren’t allowed. So, The Guy had to Windex every surface after we left. He also had to make many phone calls. We weren’t disturbing him at all.
YEP! The Hunni knows what each one of those buttons does. There is also a 1 inch book that goes with each button. It is printed by the Government (FAA), and they tell you how you are allowed to use each button and lever. The Hunni knows a lot!!!
All too soon, it was time to trail back in to the FBO (Fixed Base Operator.)
And now comes the VERY WORST PART ABOUT FLYING–the goodbyes.
Eloise always cries. She loves her Daddi soooooooooooo much. One more glass of lemonade helped. And then it was good-bye for two weeks.
That is a little slice of our life. And just for the record, I really miss him.
P.S. I will have you know that in that private-passengers-that-can-afford-their-own-jets waiting room, they were serving Country Time Lemonade. I know because each of my kids had about 6 glasses. This means that when I make up a cooler of Country Time Lemonade for the baseball team that I am treating them First Class!