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After years of raising kids and hustling everyone out the door for school followed by seven or more hours in the classroom, I'm used to mobilizing little humans.  Once my kids made it to high school, my role as the morning task-master began to erode.  Sure, there were reminders, an earnest attempt at breakfast conversation, and a flurry of activity out the door.  Once they were out of the house, my morning routine, frankly, went to hell. It was as if years of rebellion bubbled right up and I made a very concerted effort to stay in my pjs, have another cup of coffee, and putter around the house.  This lolly-gagging was punctuated by phone calls, some work at my desk and generally just milling about a quiet house.  It was lovely. But it was wildly unproductive.