The Weekend We “Slept In” Our Way Into Monday Meltdowns Two months ago, our house fell into a routine: strict bedtimes Monday–Thursday, then a glorious “sleep-in” on Saturday and Sunday. My 11-year-old, Noah, would pop up at 6:45 AM on school days, but on weekends he snoozed until 10:30. We...

The Week We Swapped the Snack Aisle for a Blue Zone Cart Two weeks before a weekend tournament, my 12-year-old, Ava, was dragging by the second period—quick feet in warm-ups, but sluggish by game time. We weren’t under-fueling; we were mis-fueling. Our cart leaned hard on granola bars, sports drinks,...

The Night the Air Felt “Heavy” On a damp November weekend, my son slept nine hours but woke up groggy, stuffy, and strangely irritable. Nothing had changed—same bedtime, same breakfast—except the weather. His room felt humid and “heavy.” That afternoon we cracked the window for a short air exchange, ran...