Existing in my small town: I am currently settling into my mid-40’s. I share my crazy life with my husband, who still wants to mistreat me like a drunken prom date, and our 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, but secretly thinks he is the Hulk. 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 youngest 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. (No where to go buy up in this joint!) At least, that’s how it should be. Kids will be kids. We’re working on it.