My name is Samantha. I’m a 30 something mom to 4 boys; Eldest is 12, Stinky AKA Midkid is 8, Turkey is pushing 4, and the Bean is 18 months. I live in the testosterone jungle, but I seem to be holding my own. We live in Nebraska, where we recently moved to from Alaska. I miss the mountains and the long summer days, but I’m learning to appreciate cornfields and 100 degree weather. More the former than the later.
I think I have crafting ADD. I always plan to do things and then I amass a collection of unfinished projects, but I’m getting better these days. But things for myself tend to fall by the wayside and my kids always expect great things. My mom sort of showed me how to use a sewing machine, but I’d never spent any real time with it. Then I got married and he just believed I could do anything, so when he came home and asked me to sew new patches on his dress uniform I didn’t have the heart to tell him I didn’t really know what I was doing, but I pulled it off and in that one moment I realized I could do anything. I keep trying to learn new crafts and techniques and it makes me happy to be able to experiment and turn a pile of supplies into something useful.
I love Dr. Who and reading Nicholas Sparks novels. I do crosswords in pen, but never black ink and have a weakness for chocolate, even the cheap stuff, but especially the good stuff. Mostly I just have a sweet tooth, but I love food in it’s true form too. Real salt, real butter, real fats, etc. Everything in moderation. I’ve worked in optics for years and someday I’ll get to finish my degree. I tend to say whatever comes into my head and I’m an open honest person. I love antique sewing machines and wish I had a vintage typewriter.
I’m single in the sense that I have a piece of paper that says divorced. I choke on the word. It’s a symptom of an illness that destroyed the man I married and I turned to God’s will for my life instead of earthly opinions. Yes, I wear my band and yes I live my life in accordance to the vows I made. It sets a good example for my children and holds to my belief that vows are forever. Something about “til death” that sticks with me and I never said “until you get PTSD/TBI and get so messed up you can barely take care of yourself.” I aspire to be a Proverbs 31 woman and I run my home as if the man I married were coming home each night. It honors God and it means I’m not tempting someone else or myself. I’m happier this way.
We use cloth diapers and live a pretty green and self sustaining lifestyle. It’s something else that works for us. My kids are happy with homemade foods, they appreciate veggies from our garden and mommy made flannel pjs. It’s a simple life, but it’s ours and I hope you enjoy reading about it.