Every June I get cranky. I'll just own that upfront. My husband is a high school teacher. My oldest is in elementary school. Which means every summer, 50% of my household gets to exhale while I'm still very much inhaling. The routine evaporates. Kids are staying up later. Nobody knows what day it is. There's a general sense that all structure has left the building and taken my sanity with it. And yes, okay, there's FOMO. I'm big enough to admit that too. They get the hikes and the lake days...