Wednesday is my day to recuperate. Every Tuesday I pick up my three nieces from school. Ages seven, nine, and eleven, they are high-spirited and animated. They come running to the car, carrying back packs, lunch boxes, water bottles, art projects... all the gear gets tossed into the car. They get into the back seat, laughing, chattering, tussling.
They are always starving, of course. We go to get a bite to eat. Then we go home and try to get some homework done. Then we get ready to go to gymnastics, running around the house locating leotards, wrist bands, etc.