This week summer officially ends for me, as Little Miss goes back to school. It’s not the weather, or the light nights, days at the beach or barbecues that define summer for me, it’s having LM off for six whole weeks. At time they feel like they stretch for years, but then it’s over in the blink of an eye and I wonder why I was so worried about them. This was the first summer I truly struggled. I’d always heard mothers in the school yard saying how difficult summer was, filling the long days on little budget but I wasn’t one of those. I love having LM at home,…