By Leslie Lindsay Just recently, I am have begun feeling like the maid.  Okay, I admit:  perhaps I have been feeling like the maid since these little cherubs popped out of me, oh about 7 years ago.  But, now that they are fully functional little beings with school, friends, and attitudes all their own, I am scratching my head and wondering just why do I keep doing for them what I think they can do on their own? For example, my oldest daughter is an early riser.  Really early.  She is dressed when I see her in the morning (after lumbering out of bed at the late hour of 7:30 am or so), and that’s really a good help.  I get breakfast going for her.  I usually pack her lunch–everyday–and I even do her hair, hover over her while she brushes her teeth–and yes, I will even suggest what shoes go best with her outfit.  (That shoe thing has recently come to an end.  I finally said, “I don’t care what shoes you wear.  Stop …