If you feel like you've become a crazy person, then it's probably a good time to calm down.
I've been thinking about love and expression and ways to see joy in your life. The cold hard facts are that you can only teach these things by example. And hope that your punks have a little of it in them already.
But how can you do that when you're beating yourself about the basics? You can't. You've got to get those basics nailed down. I guess that's the "routine" I keep hearing parenting types talk about. Never thought I needed one. I suppose the hard lesson learned is that family needs an underlying structure on which to shine. Otherwise all that passionate energy just gets scattered on the clutter mucking up your life. And that, my friend, is what is making me crazy.
When you think about it, it's these realizations that make us sane. Maybe my poem yesterday
should have been called "be a Mom"...
Also, in case you were wondering, a shotgun shack is a house in which a bullet, having been shot through the front door, would travel unobstructed through the house, right on out the back door. Unobstructed, of course, except for any occupants, who would all be killed by that single bullet.
Makes you wonder how such expressions get started.
And now I've burned my coffee.