what not to do on a weekend

For some odd reason, I watched a Hallmark movie last night. Mostly because I was applying flashy red toenail polish, partly because I was in a cheesy mood. It was un-nerving, though. The basics of the movie was a hippie style aunt, taking care of a slightly mentally disturbed nephew who was messed up by her crazy brother and his white trash wife. The aunt wore too many ponchos and lived in an adobe house with her 2 dogs. In an attempt to find the meaning in life, she saves the boy, gets him the help he needs, and learns to deal with her slightly obsessive and overly nosey family.
The similarities were too much for me. It is my life, only with commercials that make you cry. Is it not the SuperBowl all over again. Just to watch the commercials, I'd get something to drink during the movie. OK back to subject. It's my fear that my brother's kids will remember their free spirit aunt from their early childhood, and when things go straight to the crazy house, they will show up at my door. Then, like the movie, I'll struggle with moody teenagers before earning their trust, and loving them as my own. Then I wake up, and realize that I only have one dog, and I'm not that aunt yet. I do have 2 brothers, though, so maybe my chances are better.
I think I worked in the yard too long this weekend. Maybe too much sunshine, not enough water, or something. Maybe it's just Monday, and I deserve a mental health day.
Hope things are sane for you today