The day you bring home your first bundle of joy you have figured out one or two facts. For me the first fact I figured out was I was in trouble. I really had only a very small clue what I was suppose to do with this wonderful little package. However, she was mine and sink or swim I had to figure it out. Fumbling here and there I began figure it out. As the other little ones came along I figured out more and more. I had a groove and a basic understanding of what made all these little people tick. I was comfortable in the life that had become my life. After a little while I moved from comfortable to content. I believed that I had figured out this whole mother business and was going to make it through without any major fails. I was foolish in my belief that life was going to continue status quo. I was foolish in my belief that I had figured everything out. This morning my 13-year-old son and I were having a heart to heart. Well, more like I was yelling, once again and givin...