The Marriage Bed

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This is the marriage bed. Not as scary as it seems. Not as difficult as we make it out to be. It is really just a bed that mom and dad share. So much happens here that no one tells you about until you climb in though.

No, not that part. Everyone seems to have an opinion about THAT PART. I mean the secrets part. I have two sisters, but growing up I had one sister. Her and I would tell secrets and whisper and plan and play when we were supposed to be asleep. That’s the part that I’m talking about here.

I never knew how important that whisper time was. When the kids are asleep, my husband and I whisper. We talk about our day, how much we hate and love and then hate again the short guy on Game of Thrones. We make guesses on which kid will be brought home by the cops first. We sneak ice cream we told the kids was all gone. Heck, we’ve even made late night taco runs!

So my advice to you is to keep the marriage bed sacred. Hide the brand name Oreos and for goodness sakes, leave the lights on for THAT PART just once in awhile.

As always,

Savannah Smiles

Haven’t you Heard?

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Ebola.  They might as well have named it The Terror Virus.  Since the outbreak I have to admit that the reality seemed a world away.  And literally, it was.  Until it hit US soil.  Then it became pay-attention-to-the-news real for me.

Upgrading my response yesterday was a mandatory class I have to take that my employeer is offering.  It is a we-are-prepared if the Terror gets to California kind of class.  Um…no thank you.  I think I will be sick that day.  All of those days.

It got me nice and terrified about the Terror Strain.  I went from being professional and distant to mass hysteria.  Someone coughed near me in the grocery store and I wanted to find the Lysol aisle.  My kid got a bloody nose (just because kids stick things where they should not be) and you-guessed-it crossed my mind.  I dared not say anything outloud, his brothers probably would have buried him alive in the backyard.

The Terror is real though.  Not for me, not for my family, not in reality.  But it is real.  The more I think about it, the more it makes me worried.

This nasty monster has the nerve to to kill in a matter of days.  Days?  How do you prepare for something that will kill you in days?

I have to admit that decision I should have made years ago are coming to light.  I will be getting life insurance now.  I can’t imagine leaving my family at all, but leaving them with nothing feels worse.

I need to feel like everything is going to be ok, even if it isn’t.  Or, as my fifth born would say, ‘I need some loves’.

And just as soon as I find some, I’ll once again be,

Savannah Smiles

Savannah Smiles

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The introduction that never was.

My name is Sarah. I have 1 husband, ½ dozen children, a dog, and a cat. I should count the neighbor kids that eat my food and swim in my pool, but let’s be honest, I don’t know all of their names.

A little about me? I served 2 years active duty in the United States Army. I was stationed at Hunter Army Airfield in Savannah, Georgia. This is where our photo fits the phrase. Savannah is the most beautiful little city in the world, says me. If I could live anywhere in the world, it would be here. Sacramento isn’t Savannah, you say. Yes, I know. Family ties hold me here, but my heart beats for cobblestone streets and stone fountains of green water.

Normally, I would write about my children. I have enough of them to fill a blog, I know. I mentioned the part about me because I am shifting my focus of me from Sarah-the-mom, to Sarah-the-Sarah. I want to learn more about me. I want to know what I like to eat, where I like to shop, and what I want to do besides watch Disney channel and scramble an entire carton of eggs for breakfast (true story). I hear it is important to be selfish every once in awhile. I’d like to try it out!

Look for me now, Savannah Smiles, Tuesdays, right here on photoandaphrase!

Until then,

Savannah Smiles