I have no idea what this blog post is going to look like. I have about an hour and 15 minutes before I have to pick the kids up at school and get them to their music lessons, then rush home to write the fifth-grade class chair welcome letter and a few stories about flu shots and Respiratory Syncytial Virus.

I can say I already miss summer, with its later mornings that don't include arguing with my 10-year-old about how he can’t go to school on a special dress-up day clad in shorts, sweat socks and dress shoes, or looking the other way when my 7-year-old clips a tie onto his short-sleeved striped polo shirt that is hiding under his David Byrne-sized suit jacket.