This morning I went through what has become the summer routine: First, conduct a dizzying search for swimsuits and rash guards for the big girls to take to camp. Second, devise things to pack for the littlest girl to make her feel like a big girl. Third, pack 2 lunches that will satisfy the distinct eating habits of the older girls. Fourth, make the littlest girl feel ok about not having a packed lunch. Fifth, apply deodorant* Sixth, make coffee and mutter under breath that coffee should always be the first order of business. *Why this one so often gets delayed and delayed until it’s the last thing I do making me late defies explanation. I could go on, but I think you get…