#patch family

Hi, I’m Shannon — oilfield wife, mom, overthinker, dark-humor survivor, and reluctant main character of a life I definitely did not storyboard.

If you’ve somehow stumbled onto this blog, congratulations: you’ve officially entered the beautifully feral corner of the internet where I unpack motherhood, grief, friendships, hitch life, and the kind of everyday chaos you can’t even joke about without sounding slightly unwell. (It’s fine. I’m fine.)

For years, life has felt like one long rotation:

Kids. Emotions. Schedules. Grief that sneaks up at inconvenient times.

Repeat. Add sarcasm. Continue.

I created this space because I needed somewhere to put all the things I can’t scream into the void — the heavy moments, the healing moments, and the wildly absurd ones that make me question if the universe is trolling me personally.

So here’s what you can expect:

✨ Honest posts about life and loss

✨ Unfiltered thoughts from the wife of a man who works on a schedule that makes no sense

✨ Mom moments that are equal parts sweet and “someone pour me a drink”

✨ Real talk about friendships, burnout, and trying to grow through what breaks you

✨ Humor dark enough to require a flashlight

Basically: this is my attempt at making sense of life while laughing (and occasionally crying) through it.

If that sounds like your vibe, welcome.

The next day Adam again brought a politician from another town home but on this day Flora was his top priority. She was was glowing with beauty and he couldn't wait to meet their second child!

After planning out and furnishing the third bedroom for their new family member, he took some more care for Zahara.

She made a great progress in talking.

Days started early with a toddler in the house. Flora and Adam got up together but as Adam was expected in the office earlier that Flora, it was on her to make Zahara ready and prepare breakfast. But today only the smell of burned toast made her run to the bathroom.

After getting out of her dirty lab coat and calling in sick at work she ran outside to look at the test she had thrown away the night before. Realization hit her like a rock.

She couldn't wait to tell Adam the news! What would he say? But first it was on her to look after little Zahara. She deserved to be a well trained and well taken care of girl, no matter the new circumstances.

Adam wasn't alone when he returned from work. Hamilton Beech, a campaign worker form Widespot had searched for help for his mother's campaign. Adam had invited him for dinner.

The news of his wife's pregnancy truly hit him like a rock. Now the would need help around the house. From Mayor Rafferty he knew a great agency for housekeepers. Of course he wasn't as well off as Mr. Rafferty, but his wife and him both made good amounts so they would manage.

The housekeeper instantly took up his work.

Hamilton and him did some more networking while Flora was laying down.

While working sounds from the kitchen indicated that the housekeeper was already preparing dinner, Adam took some time to take care of his little princess that had just woken up from her nap.

Flora was now in the living room, distracting her racing brain with a puzzle. She felt so exhausted and yet she was the happiest sim on earth.

After years of struggling to have children, Adam and Flora decided to take a different route and along that route they found Zahara! Things can't get any better! However, with Adam's career putting a spotlight on their family, and his questionable relations with some of Emerald Heights' notable residents, how long will their joy last?

Though he is your typical nice fellow, Adam does have that mysterious demeanor to him, which does make people wonder what exactly is his agenda - if he even has one. Some may even go to think that the whole adoption process was a publicity stint! What?! We all know that's not true...

Adam Patch: male, adult, Sim Popularity/Romance (Become Hall of Famer) Libra (2/8/2/6/7) Politics career, OTH: Arts and Craft Traits: Self Absorbed, Heavy Sleeper, Artistic, Dog Lover, Noncommittal

Flora couldn't be happier with the arrival of little Zahara. She longed to be a mother for so long and she knew Adam would make a great dad. She'll do her best to make sure the political spotlight won't harm her family, whatever it takes!

Flora Patch: female, adult, Sim Family/Knowledge (Graduate 3 Children from College) Pisces (5/3/7/3/7) Medicine career, OTH: Tinkering Traits: Brave, Goofball, Handy, Jealous, Supernatural Fan

Zozo is just a happy little girl who is happy to have found a new home and new loving parents. Let's just hope the spotlight won't ruin the bliss!

Zahara Patch: female, toddler, Sim Grow up Cancer (6/3/6/4/6) Traits: Socially Awkward, Good

Adam was the proudest father anyone had ever seen. Watching little Zahara just be a happy little girl made him happy too. Remembering the horrible home she came from and seeing the future that had awaited her in the system (he knew that "Group Home" well enough!) He was just too happy to be the family she deserved.

Flora had to work that day, but since they didn't want to give Zahara to a nanny that soon, Adam had taken a day off, so it was him that greeted the strange combination of people that wanted to congratulate him and his wife on the adoption. Being a(n in)famous politician came with it's perks.

Esmee: Aren't you just the cutest little thing? I sure hope these people will treat you the way you deserve it!

When Flora came home that day after work, she had a co-worker with her. She had been feeling off the whole day and Dr. Yang had insisted to take her home.

Parker: You should lay down Flora. And maybe take that test as Gabriela suggested. Flora: It's impossible that I'm pregnant! The doctors told me I couldn't have kids of my own. Parker: Gabriella also though it'd be impossible that she was expecting, yet she now has little Litzy! Flora: Okay, I'll think about it. Thank you for the ride, Parker.

Flora took the test that the pharmacist had put into her coat after throwing up after lunch. But instead to waiting for the results and looking at it, she threw it in the trash can and decided to do some star gazing before it was Zahara's bed time.

Yang nods solemnly. “I wanna be a grill dad,” she informs him.

It startles a laugh from him: Yang beaming proudly, spatula held high, following in his footsteps in more ways than one. He lets the moment pull her into his arms, spins her around until she’s laughing harder than he is. “Maybe wait on that for a few years, little dragon! If you had that much dad juice, people might get confused about which one of us is the dad, and I’m not ready to give up my title just yet. Then you’d have to take care of me!”

“That’d be silly,” Yang giggles. “You’re the one with the best dad mug.”