Feminists

I know how lucky I am to HAVE a job and children and a mom and a partner and a home. And I am very fortunate to be in good health. It's a balancing act, though. My kids are older now and don't require the exhausting physical day to day care that others have described here. I'd say that a lot of my stresses are emotional now. I'm handling a lot of responsibilities, but I struggle with anxiety. That's why I post on DU. It helps me relax.

I can't figure out what just happened to my kitchen ceiling light. It was fine this morning. This evening it is missing three of its five lightbulbs, each of which seem to have been broken off in their sockets. Some of the missing pieces are in a bowl on the dining room table, a mute message from younger son, who is staying with me. He is nowhere to be found - at work, I assume. The light fixture was a little too low and younger son is very tall, so I suspect that there was a collision, but that doesn't explain why the lightbulbs were broken off in their sockets. An effort to replace broken ones that failed?

These are the sorts of mysteries associated with having teenage sons. Fortunately I love boys and this kind of thing usually makes me laugh.