Ahh, the house is quiet. Finally! Kids are off to school; husband to work. We’re back into the routine. As much as I like the freedom of summer, there’s something reassuring about knowing what’s coming next—where I have to be, what I have to do. Time moves in set increments, rather than stretching ahead aimlessly. I can manage those small pieces of time. I know what to expect and I know how to get from point A to point B. So, while I may not like the pressure that a schedule gives me, I do like the order. I like knowing that for a set amount of time, what I do is determined by me. There will be time to be the mother, the wife, later. For a certain number of hours almost every day, I’m me.