Which nut are you?

We have a joke in our family.  We call ourselves a mixed bag of nuts.  My oldest sometimes claims peanuts, the youngest an almond, my husband a macadamia and I am a walnut.  Seems kind of silly unless you consider that, according to most people, my family defines the word "nuts".  Between the 2 boys, my husband and myself, we read like the DSM 5 (which my husband loves to read in his free time...strangely enough).  At any time in my house you may see calm, happy people or witness rages with holes made in the wall, thrown toys and amazingly creative swearing.  Ryan may have retreated to the cabinet beneath his bed or Bryce may be talking a mile a minute.  Cory may be sleeping off the voices or Bryce crying because he cannot make them go away.  I would love to say that I would be the one holding it together but, often enough, I am yelling, crying or eating my way into a better mood.  Sounds horrible right.  No, not really.  I would not trade my family for any other family in the world.  They are amazing, especially the strength and courage they show every day.  We are a multi-diagnosis family and we manage to make abnormal seem almost routine.  It is not easy.  For certain, I would not choose this for my children.  But, we do it.  What choice do we have?  We claim the label.  We are a mixed bag of nuts.