If you don’t, its not your fault.

Summer is around the corner and that means water activities. I have a LOVE/hate relationship with water. I love, love, love the water. I grew up cottaging on a lake, swimming like a fish and teaching little kids to swim.

Living in the era of constant connectedness can mean bearing the burden of grief and sorrow for those that are suffering in far reaching corners of the world. That burden is amplified when those horrors strike home.

Im kind of depressed about the fact that I now use the term crossover SUV in conversation. I am a practical person = Practically Speaking. I also try, on those days when I dont have a kid attached to my leg, to pretend that I could pass as a cool non-mom person – whatever that may be.

I think my brain has either already shorted out or is experiencing some definite trauma associated with conversations gone unfinished. My thoughts are frazzled and I cant remember to whom I have said what. I am completely healthy, my brain is fine, but I am finally facing my reality as a parent.