It is late for me . . . almost 9pm. The boys are in bed, reluctantly. . . the mom's have retired because they are forced to . . if not, we feel like bad parents. We long to continue our converations about dreams and jobs and ideas that we have not pursued. Instead we are overwhlemed by making sure our kindergarteners are in bed on time and have practiced their sight words. We strive to make sure their shoes are in their boxes and that their clothes are in the bins. What is the weather tomorrow? Will we have to ensure that they have a jacket or a raincoat? What about lunch? do we have enough to pack a balanced lunch. What will the other moms and teachers think???