Yesterday, my sister called to coordinate the time to meet up at a Chinese restaurant for Jonah's 12th birthday. (Happy Birthday, my sweet boy.) She asked if I read the New York Times article about the private school parents who spend $40,000 a year on tutors. I did. I said I wanted to move to Nebraska. She agreed. Then we exchanged stories about the crazy parents that we know. It's fun to hate on the crazy parents. 

For more reaction to that article, check out Helaine Olen. 

But I'm crazy in my own way. I'm slightly panicking, because the kids will be home in two hours (heat wave) and I have so much to pack in that time.  I already did two miles at the gym, answered e-mail, and made the errand list for the day. I have a phone conference at 1:30, a therapist at 4, dinner, boy scouts at 7:30. With homework and laundry in there (not to mention my compulsive blog writing), things get cranked up to 11 pretty easily around here. 

How do we get off the crazy train?