About the Title

In the fog, you can't see where you're going.  You can see a little way ahead, but not far.  Beyond that, it's all assumption and guesswork.  A fitting metaphor for parenthood.

Then there's the fog of depression and mental illness.  The fuzzy-headedness, the brain fog.  You know there are things going on around you, but you can't fully participate in or experience them.  Your very mind is hemmed in, cut off, isolated by the emotional gauze of your neurological chemical fucked-upedness. Some senses are dampened, some heightened. And despite all, you've got these short humans to raise who are demanding your attention, energy, devotion, love, and adult competency.  Motherhood in the fog.

And of course there is the nautical imagery, the association of fog with the sea, fitting for a navy wife and family.  A bit obvious, perhaps, but that doesn't mean it's not apropos.