Upon reflection I now realize that getting my kids ready for back to school when they were younger was a snap. As their benevolent dictator, er, I mean mom, I was able to manage the transition from summer mayhem to school schedules with relative ease because frankly, I ruled the roost back then. I naïvely thought it would always be so. Somewhere around age ten though the clothes I picked out, and the supplies I came home with were immediately rejected as not cool. Coincidentally, …
