Every day when my youngest's school bus rolled up to the driveway, we'd have to wake him up. He would be sound asleep, exhausted by the long half-day of school.
I was reminded of that yesterday when he dragged himself into my office after school and we started the short walk home. By the time we had gotten down the stairs and past the bike racks, he was already raging. A few blocks later, he was crying. Read More