This post was sponsored by Clorox The kids are back in school next week and instead of looking forward to the time to work, get things done and not be distracted, I’m feeling regret. Not that summer’s over, necessarily. I’m always ready for back-to-school. The regret is because I feel like I failed at summer. It seems like I always start each summer with a Big Plan. And I always fail to follow it through. Every summer begins with goals. Every summer ends with me wondering where the time . . .

I remember a few years ago, a friend was lamenting about how hard summers were with teenagers. I thought that surely she was insane, because how could it be worse when a child is mature enough to make their own lunch and stop asking you to voice My Little Pony scenes? But alas, she was right. It is really difficult when kids grow out of the age of "playing" and just wander the house complaining about nothing to do. Tweens . .. the boredom is real. I can no longer tell them to go "play with . . .

In a press conference that stunned the nation, two days ago our president made comparisons between self-described neo-nazis and those who protest against white supremacy, saying that there is fault on both sides and implying that there is an alt-left that is just as bad. Since then, his supporters (and Fox News) have worked hard to create a false equivalency between the white supremacist march and the protests and marches of Black Lives Matter. This is a horribly dangerous and irresponsible . . .