Am I oblivious to my insanity?

I joke about being insane. I aptly named my blog after the fact that I'm a little nuts. I am willing to admit that I sometimes wonder if I will end up in the nut house. But... I've never had possible confirmation that I really am truly a wacko...until last Tuesday.

As you may know, Cherish and I met a reporter from the Daily Bulletin (a local news publication) and did an interview. The reporter, a mother of five herself, got such a kick out of our family. She was interested to know how we dealt with having so many and how I was able to stay sane. I laughed and admitted that I was a tad nutty. As we had a good chuckle she added, "Well, at least you don't have an eye twitch or something!"

I looked over at Cherish and we just cracked up because, as you also know, my eye does have a chronic twitch. Sure, it comes and goes, but never stays gone. Right now, it is worse than ever. I think it is a combination of the charity event stress, new business stress and being home with all of the kids stress. Is a twitch really a sign of insanity? Part of me wanted to cry when the reporter said that, but I was too busy laughing. Maybe I really am insane. Do insane people know that they are insane? Would anybody tell me if I was starting to sound nuts? Or would they all just whisper behind my back and encourage Daniel to place me in an institution? You guys would tell me... right?