Every summer starts with good intentions: This will be the year we stay ahead of things. The year we don’t waste food, lose track of sunscreen, or make six emergency grocery runs a week because nobody knows what’s for dinner.
And then suddenly it’s July, the refrigerator is full, the counters are cluttered, nobody can find the sunscreen, and someone is asking what’s for dinner when it’s still 4:17 in the afternoon.
