Yesterday was the first day school. Here's what this means: Mom gets up and showers before she gets a cold shower. Hubby or I wake up the 13 year old. The 8 year old and the 10 year old wander out bleary-eyed. Breakfast is short-order; some of the children serve themselves while others insist on being served. At the same time I'm making lunches. Understand that no child eats the same thing. One child refuses to eat meat, one child won't touch jam, and one child is so picky that every day is a new adventure. Okay, that's the same one who won't eat jam. Not even homemade freezer raspberry jam (gasp!). As I am scurrying around the kitchen, I'm also yelling orders and asking questions that are really orders like "Did you brush your teeth?" or "Are you going to go to school with that rat's nest on top of your head?" I am also trying to squeeze in drying my hair, putting on my face, and getting dressed. Eventually, we run out of ti...