First off, I should say I wouldn’t even be here without the kids. No, I’m not talking about their love or unerring support–have you even met my kids? They will cut you for a cookie. (But then again, so will I.) No, I mean that without their destructive, logic-defying antics, I wouldn’t have been writing as long as I have. The whole blog is just a protracted focus group meant to answer the question: Are they crazy or am I? Now there is a book. It’s about the insanity I am subjected to every day, be it from the kids, my hillbilly husband or my own inner, and clearly dysfunctional voice. Bowing to popular opinion, I have not given up my day job. And why would I? It’s clean, it’s quiet, and none of my co-workers demand that I wash their dirty socks or steal my earphones. I may move in.