It happens every year, right about now. My son always starts the year telling me that he can handle it all on his own. My gut says otherwise, but I do my best to let him be independent. By last Thursday, after back to school night when things I heard from the teachers weren’t adding up to what I was seeing at home, I couldn’t take it anymore and I riffled through his school work. Sure enough, it was as I suspected: he needed help. We spent Friday morning at Staples starting over with a new “system.” I tried to employ everything I’d learned over the years from his study coach, Marcella Moran, and we spent the rest of the weekend working on the system.

The fact of the matter is, I need to break out my copy of Organizing the Disorganized Child and just start over, and read it again…and again and again.