Picture, if you will, my house on a Sunday morning. Ignore the large pile of laundry on the couch – be grateful it’s clean, and not dirty. We’re all bathed (a Herculean feat) and we’ve managed to find something to eat (also a miracle, as half the children don’t like to eat what the other half like, and finding meals to please the whole family and that aren’t pizza is like finding something . . . well, something really hard to find.) We all get our shoes on and get into the van. Someone is sad because they weren’t the … Continue reading →