shaming

I signed my two boys up for half-day soccer camp last summer. I was seven months pregnant at the time, and it was the hottest month of the year in Maryland.  Our mornings that week were pretty routine. Woke up, fed them breakfast, got them ready, buckled them in the car, and somehow managed to get to the fields with three minutes to spare. As soon as they were called in by the coaches, I was finally able to take a long, deep breath. Then, while lacing up my running shoes, I planned out my workout. I was making good use of my time —Read More →