Existing in my small town: I am currently settling into my 40’s. I share my crazy life with my husband and four children. Three of the children are cursed with my DNA and the other is blessed to only be related to me through marriage. I stay home with our special needs son. He’s amazing. It’s the other three that need the attention. On any given day you can come into my home and witness bad hair days, diva moments and attempts at “gangster” back talk. They have their own special need to drive me insane. On a serious note, our baby has down syndrome. I can honestly say that this has not put stress on our home, but rather made it a more compassionate loving one. At least, that’s how it should be. Maybe 75/20 with love a bit ahead of compassion. Kids will be kids. We’re working on it.