I'm convinced that when we agree to have children, we agree to take a piece of our brain and give it away. Not sure if they (our kids) get it, or someone else, but one thing is for sure, I don't have it anymore.
It would make sense that the kids get it ... they are exhibiting traits of enough of my bad habits to make it seem like sometimes they are carrying around a piece of my brain ... maybe it's one of those things like bee larvae - they eat the stuff around them to grow into a bee. Or something. Maybe as the kids grow their bad habits they gleaned from the brain pieces they took will disappear as their own minds grow and take over.
My eldest is 11. I'm tentatively optimistic at his chances. The jury is still out on the young ones.
Ok, well. Back to work. Sales are pretty decent now on my other venues and it doesn't leave me much time to do anything but process orders and maintain listings ... and ponder about ways to get my mind back.
Shop on, friends, shop on.