And Time Goes By...

Here in the Northeast, we had the worst spring ever recorded (in my opinion). Cold, wet weather that lasted well into June, which is usually pool time around here. Now that it's July 1st, I am finally working to get our pool into shape, as our poor son is having withdrawals. He grabs his bathing suit, sunscreen, and a towel and heads for the backyard, and I have the horrible task of informing him the pool is "broken". Poor kid. The water offers him so much by way of sensory imput, the kind he not only tolerates, but loves. Thank God (once again) for his teacher, who is happy to take him to her house for an afternoon of swimming.

So as I start a new job, work on the backyard, juggle my daughter's increasingly demanding social schedule (she is, after all, now 14 and prefers the company of friends to that of dear old Mom) and manage our boys' always busy therapy-teaching schedule, I find myself wondering: Will Jenny McCarthy just shut up already?

I know, why am I obsessing about her when our lives are so busy? And why am I bringing it up here, when the topic is already exhaustively covered by about a million other media outlets? I can't help it. My opinion is just that, mine and mine alone, and I don't expect anyone else to agree/disagree or even care. I just need to vent about it. I think she's wrong and an idiot, to boot. I could go into a pile of reasons for my feeling, but won't - again, these reasons are discussed, far better than I can discuss them, elsewhere. I am just sick of the media adoration of a woman who happens to look good and has proclaimed herself to be an expert on autism, because she happens to be a parent of an autistic child.

So enough of that. I will now resume my regularly scheduled life of caring for my children, my husband, my clients and my addicted-to-losing NY Mets. Not to mention that damn pool.