My father used to claim this as my biggest illness. If I was irritable…middle child syndrome. When the world was “unfair”…middle child syndrome. When I was a snivelling bitchy sobbing sad moody pimple face adolescent with an “issue” (a-n-y issue!)…middle child syndrome.
Tonight I’ve found an antidote. Well, several of them. And several glasses of one. And this one is Wicked Cool. That’s a shout out to the New Englanders in the house, and you know who you are.
Sooooo, I’m supposed to be writing about “balance”. I have none at this point, hence plopped on the couch.
And in that, my friends, I believe I’ve once again found the perfect balance in life.