Welcome To My World

OK...so I'm new to this blog-thing, but I figure enough wacky stuff happens to me each day that it must be entertaining to others out there, so I'm going to start documenting it.
What makes my world so wacky? Probably my attempt to combine 4 or 5 lives into one, and still make that one sane. Guess for that to make sense I should first tell you I'm not schizo (or at least not that I know of). I once volunteered with schizophrenics every Saturday during one semester of college--a very eye-opening experience--and I gotta say schizophrenics aren't as crazy as you might think. Don't know if that means the people I consider "normal" are crazy, or if schizophrenics just got a bad rap. But I digress (you'll notice I do that a lot).
The point is, I am crazy busy (there goes that word again--maybe I am nuts!). I work a full time job (from home), some freelance writing on the side (we need the extra money--plus, I like the work), I am married to a man who is launching his own company in the mortgage industry (yes, the rest of the mortgage world is shriveling up and dying, but if anyone can make this work, he can), I have four children from 13 to 2, two of which go to their mother's house every other week (I'm the stepmom to the 10 and 9 year old, but we don't believe in that word in this house, so, hopefully that clarifies any confusion out there). Because I work from home, I can get the kids after school and take care of them--and help them tackle all that homework--but remember, I'm still working, so I've become a pretty good juggler (what, you want to know why there's a baby screaming in the background as I'm trying to line up an interview with the Department of Treasury--no worries--she'll be fine in a minute!). I also volunteer quite a bit at the school (last year I was PTA President--but not in the sense of PTA that you're thinking--we're a cool, hip, fun PTA--yes, that does exist!). My husband coaches when the kids play sports, so he's gone a lot, and I gotta pick up the slack. And trust me, the man makes more messes than the kids do, so at some point it's 'Clean Up' time. Somehow I squeeze it all in and know I'm lucky to be able to "live the dream", but somedays it truly feels more like a nightmare. What's that famous line from Jimmy Buffet? Oh, yeah! "If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane!" (and again, insane pops up!!!--somebody find me a straight jacket.)