Having a teenager in the house adds a whole new level to this question of balance. And the thing is, she's not hard! And she helps out. Yesterday she and I did a whole pile of yard stuff that has been in desperate need...I am pretty sure the neighbors were about to have a come-to-Jesus talk with Tom and I about the yard. So , she's a good kid...I just have to think about things like school lunches and another set of clean sheets and I need to be "on" a lot more than I used to. Know what I mean?
So, tell me: at what age do we get it all figured out? I just need a rough estimate so that I can have an idea of how much longer I have to feel like I am just flying by the seat of my pants through life. Like I said, just a rough idea...
In the mean time I mostly keep my head down and work. Work, work, work. That is my coping mechanism. Work. So here's the recent product of my coping:
Okay, I will sit back, eat my bonbons, and await your answers to my questions. Or I will go into my studio, close my door, turn on my Magnum pi, and forget anything else exists while I await your answers!