my own cooking show?

i'm thinking about doing my own cooking show - 1 episode - i have a great recipe for Disaster. take 1 family comprised of a guilt-ridden divorced dad, a stepmother with a need for a lot of personal space & quiet, a 17 year old girl with a 21 year old boyfriend and a 19 year old stepson who is the reincarnation of Albert Einstein (at least in the mirror). put them in a house together with an issue-ridden diva dog. watch as the blood pressure rises. when the mixture comes to a gentle rolling boil, add in some illicit drugs. as dad adds in huge helpings of whatever the stepson loudly demands at full cursing volume in the driveway, despite a dwindling pantry, watch as the stepmom explodes. it'll be great fun! this recipe can be repeated every other week, or as often as the children decide to drop by. makes for a very quiet off-week. so enough of the cooking ....yes it's fireworks time again. although we've managed to create negative space in our bank acount due to some surprise bills (jenny's ambulance bill, $500 in rejected expense report items on an Amex, etc etc), youngblood has not-eaten himself down yet another size and spent part of sunday afternoon throwing f-bombs at husband in the driveway till husband relented and said he would take hm clothes shopping. now, i hope to have pictures of his room soon, but it is LITERALLY kneecap high with clothes now. you CANNOT walk in. it's like those bouncy castle things you see at McBurger joints or the county fair. there are long buried snacks, bottles filled with spit from his new chewing tobacco habit and who knows what else underneath all this. who sings that song, "should I stay or should i go"? they MUST have had kids. so this is the summer. youngblood home with his pround 2.9 gpa. the deal was that if he maintained a 3.3 or higher, we would pay for his next semester. anything lower, and he pays 1/3. oops! did we really tell him that? we didn't really mean it, i guess. i'm sorry this is so negative...i try to be a little more uplifting. but this is my life today. i called in with a migraine, after spending a night filled with nightmares and tooth grinding and little sleep in between. husband asks me what i would do in his place, and when i give my opinion, it becomes a battle between us. i am not a battling type of person...at least i never was. and i don't like what it's done to my health. and i don't like how it feels. i must make some big decisions, once again. right now, though, diva is whining to go out. i am open to any ideas - pls feel free to leave your opinions, advice, etc. L.