I have been described this way since Number 1 came along almost exactly 11 years ago. Even my own mother voiced her concern when I broke the news that Number 2 was on his way. "He'll probably be playing alone in the street by age 2." She always had a flair for the dramatic (genetics!). Then, Number 3 and Number 4 came along. With each child, it has simply become more and more obvious what really matters and what is, well, complete BS.
I am not "laid back". I am "not careful". Not careful with my words. Not careful with my heart. Not careful with my actions. Some times that works out. Other times, not so much. But I'm happy. My family is happy. I enjoy my life more than I complain about it (summer vacation with all 4 kids at home 99% of the time notwithstanding).
Another day, another story,