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.