School starts next week–woo hoo! NOT! There are those of you who are thrilled about this yearly milestone. I’m not you. I’ve never been you. My kids used to get excited when it came time to shop for the dreaded list of specific quantities and sizes of pencils and glue sticks. Not any more. I don’t blame them. The fun is over in a another week, and then we’ll all have to get up at the butt-crack of dawn. Truly, my bad attitude is my own, and I don’t share it with my children. They’ve developed theirs all by themselves. The end of summer is tragic for everyone. Sleeping late, endless hours with friends, the pool, video games with hardly any limits. It’s just too much fun. I remember my own summers and how much I dreaded going back to school as a teen. Besides the loss of freedom and warm weather, I understood that every single day I had to be accountable and responsible to my teachers. Keeping a schedule and attending to details was difficult …