So this morning I dreamt about my father smoking, I had caught him and he lied. I woke myself up yelling " I am not crazy." My sweet four year old had crawled in bed beside me took her thumb out and said, "Yes you are mommy." We need to start saving for all the counseling sessions these children will need to attend. Sweet things, and yes she was right, I am crazy, but sober crazy which is always better than the alternative.