Being Mad(in the at the edge sense, not the angry I hate the world version) is part of who I am. My husband and children have played large roles in my demise, working in a high school has further contributed to my descend. Family blending and a mid-life return to school hasn’t helped either. I'm not June Clever, but not a Mommy Dearest. I'm closer to Lucy, in that she starts out with good intentions and things kinda go awry from there. It all works out in the end.
