It’s 8:38 a.m. and two of the three rugrats are still snoring soundly in bed. We are fully entwined in the dog days of summer: slow mornings and late nights. Part of me wants to revel in this deliciously slow pace — to wake up naturally sans alarm, to enjoy a hot cup of coffee sitting down while my kids chill on the couch with their morning cartoons. But I know that well rested nights and lethargic mornings are a luxury in our house. And although it is easy to slide into this routine now, I vividly remember how things used to be, and how I used to feel.