My name is Sara, and I'm a WAHM, have 2 children who are only 14 months apart in age, and am married to a Staff Sergeant in the US Air Force. We spent the last almost 5 years in Colorado, but moved to Germany last summer for the next 3 years.
My daughters are 4 and 5. Zeph is the oldest, and I am fully convinced she's going to grow up to be one of those "plastic" girls from the movie "Mean Girls". Zoe is our baby, and only comes in such an adorable package because she's evil.
I run a daycare out of my living room. 6 children here, from 6:30 to 5. It's crazy, and busy, and holy crap loud, but I get to stay at home with my kids, which is the most important thing. (I refuse to pay for daycare. I know how much they charge!)
I am in the process of going back to school to become a special education teacher. Growing up, my sister, who is mentally challenged, was involved with Special Olympics and Challenger softball which is for kids in our hometown who have physical and mental handicaps to get together and talk smack, play ball and have a wonderful time doing it. Being involved with that from 1st through 12th grade really showed me that that is where I am supposed to be. Those are my peeps.
When I'm not pretending I'm going to get my degree, and wrangling short people I like to read, scrapbooking and make cards, taking photos of everything, and being as lazy as I can possibly be. I drink far too much coffee and soda. I have irrational fears of the dentist, squirrels, birds, and feet. My memory totally sucks, unless you want to know what I was wearing to things like getting my vaccines for Kindergarten. (Green Winnie the Pooh dress, ruffle butt tights, and black Mary Janes.)
I have given myself a concussion while cooking dinner, glued my pants to my leg, and many many other things that prove that I should live in a bubble. Or a very padded room.
Thanks for stopping by! You should tell me the longest you've lived in one place since becoming an adult. So I can have more proof that 2 1/2 years is NOT a long time...