Yeah, my version of FLAM is wake up tired at 5:45 AM, proceed to hustle three kids through two hours of getting to school routines, caffeinate myself into consciousness, bulldoze through a day, cry inside when the evening meal I prepare is thrown away and I’m castigated for never making ANYTHING GOOD, I cajole, beg,…

Hate to break it to y’all but parents generally don’t have a leisurely dinner with 2.5 glasses of wine. Typically the wine is your dinner and you hurriedly eat a sandwich over the kitchen sink while trying to get your kids to finish their homework, clean up their room and shouting for the 20th time. “NO, YOU CANNOT…