School mornings are hard. We’re late getting out the door a lot, and there are a lot of fights about whether the youngest needs to go with us (obviously he does) or if he needs to wear shoes or if another one came home with both gloves and a hat yesterday and if everyone has a lunch box.

When we get back from taking the big three to school, he and I, and I’ve only had half a cup of coffee and the rest of the day is looming and it’s really cold outside, we spend a lot of time in the driveway. Sitting in the car with the heater blasting for five, ten minutes, listening to the radio and me, forcing myself to turn off the ignition and get out, in the cold, with a kid that may or may not be already whining about everything and then some.