So, here’s the scoop on me, myself, and I: I’m a wife of an army soldier. I have been for over ten years, and plan on being one for many years to come. I am hoping that we grow old(er) and gray(er) together, and that our kids grow up to have great lives, and that their children still have time for us when we can’t remember who they are, or who we are, for that matter!
Speaking of children, I have three wonderful kiddos. We have our problems, as all families do, and our children are all extremely special. Not just to us, but they are all special needs children. Our daughter is autistic, and has a few other disorders that we deal with on a daily basis. Our oldest son has ADHD, and our youngest was a premie, and has a speech impediment. Don’t let any of them fool you into thinking they are not bright, though. In fact, my daughter is maintaining a 4.0 GPA in the 6th grade, and just received an academic letter award (like when you receive a letter for sports, only for being good academically). My older son is in the gifted and talented program in the 4th grade, and is reading at a college level. He is maintaining a 4.0 GPA as well. My youngest, who is not yet 5-years-old, can already read some, and is a smart little cookie. Enough bragging about the kids for now, I guess.
Well, this crazy life we live, consists of moving every two or three years, changing schools often, not seeing some family for years at a time, long days, early (like up at the butt-crack of dawn early) mornings, late nights, a lot of stress, a little fun here and there, and a lot of love. I’ve had to deal with losing friends due to moving so often. I’ve had to deal with losing friends who went away to fight overseas in the sandbox, and they never came back alive. We have lived in some great places, and some not-so-great places. While I may complain about how pay, benefits, and services are being cut, I am still grateful that my husband gets anything at all, and that with the small amount he is paid, our savvy coupon clipping and shopping skills, and the help of government aid from WIC (until July of this year), we get by.
I am what you consider a SAHM/WAHM, which is short for stay-at-home/work-at-home mom. I sell Scentsy and Velata. Yup, I’m one of “THOSE” ladies. I don’t push it on people, though, and I only make $150 a month in commission/pay if I’m having a good month. Most times, it’s MUCH less. Every little bit counts, though, and you wouldn’t believe how far a few dollars can go at the discount stores or yard sales! We stretch as much as we can, in fact.
There is more to me and my little family that you will come to know little-by-little as I add to the blog, so I’ll just leave you hanging with that, and say “ciao for now”!