I often find myself applying Dr. Zuess quotes to my everyday life, it’s  something I picked up from my mother, Mia, growing up and it has just stuck. Growing up it was not at all uncommon for her to ask me if I wanted my pancakes in box or with a fox, nor was it unheard of for her to quote phrases from “Oh, the Places You’ll Go” when I most wanted her to shut up and stop rooting for me when I was a teen ager. And so tonight I say the above title but change it up ever so slightly to read, “And now a word about fatigue….”

It has recently come to my attention that Caloden is perhaps riddled with just a bit too much angst and exhaustion and that those factors might indicate I am maybe without sunshine or hope or something soft and fuzzy like that. Not true. Not true at all. More often than not I write late at night after a day of work and then an afternoon and evening with my off spring. Usually what I do bother to write is such drivel that I rarely remember it the next day unless I exert more energy than really necessary to conjure up the previous day’s thoughts. Frankly, by that time of day I am more prone to flog myself for shortcomings than I am to give myself a hug and say, “Swell job today! Let’s run right back out and get ‘em tomorrow!” Maybe that’s what the whole partner/spouse thing is all about, setting up a sort of filter that inhibits such personal flotsam and provides an auto-check system for the whole self-pity thing. Whatever the case I am not all doom and gloom, super tired girl. If I were a super hero, yes a huge giggle here, I would not be all goth with ripped leggings and Doc Martens. I can wear happy and sunny just as well as the next girl. Well, sort of. If I am being entirely honest here, black is my most favorite color to wear…. But my point here is this, life is mostly good. It’s hard for sure and it can be overwhelming. More often than not I mention the overwhelming part here simply because I don’t have a partner to exchange my fears and doubts with over the dual sinks at night when we brush and floss. Instead I have a blog. Maybe I should tell my blog more about the successes and hopes of my days. And I will. Over the summer, the next 93 or so days, I will try to add something positive everyday becasue there is so much good to be shared. And with that, I say let the summer begin! Good times ahead. And yes, I will even write about them.