It was a morning like any other, I’d forgotten to run the dishwasher, the hamper of socks that I kept meaning to get to sat unmatched, and I’d spilled my coffee several times. “B, do you have your lunch box and your folder?” I called from the laundry room. “Yep.” “Avery and Finley, are you dressed? You can’t be on the iPad before you’re dressed.” “Yes, mom. I am,” Avery called. “You’re dressed or you’re getting dressed?” Silence. “Ave, put down the iPad, get dressed and then come have breakfast, when you’re done then you can play.” I heard their muffled whispers and the shuffle of their feet as they returned the iPad to our room. The clock read 7:19. “Two minutes, Bri.” Running…