I think when someone next asks me what I do when the kids are at school, I’m going to tell them that I open doors. It sounds like I’m a mover and a shaker, smoothing the way for grandiose projects and big dreams.

But what it really means is that I let the dogs out and the cat in like I’m a remote controlled revolving door. How many times do y’all really need to go out then come back in? Seriously, I must have “push” printed on my forehead and “pull” on my … leg.