By Leslie Lindsay Like most harried parents, I hate the morning routine.  I didn’t think I would be in that group.  I used to think, “Oh, what’s the big deal?  Plan ahead, manage your kids, stay organized…how hard can it be, really?”  But that was B.K.  (“before kids”).  And now…well, let’s just say, “Me no like.” Here’s how it works at our house:  I hear my darling cherubs wake at the butt-crack-of-dawn (well, usually it’s Kid #1 who has ADHD and apraxia).  She heads downstairs for her early-morning cartoon time, yogurt, and general goof-off time.  Stools scoot across the kitchen floor with a lovely schreech and clunk (looking for any peanut butter cups or Oreos she can get her hands on).  Awhile later, Kid #2 rolls out of bed and takes care of her Pull-Up situation (she’s the resposible one) and is completely mouse-like in her movements. I lay in bed thinking, “Oh man…here we go.  Another day in paradise.”  Meanwhile, I am hoping that the girls remembered the talk we had last night–the talk …