By eight o’clock the house is no longer quiet. It doesn’t matter what day it is — once C’s feet hit the floor, the whole rhythm of the morning shifts. He doesn’t ease into the day like some people do. He comes in hot, already talking, already planning, already working, already three steps ahead of me before I’ve even finished my first cup of coffee. Which is when the house wakes up and c gets to work ie gaming. And that’s the thing about raising a kid who isn’t a kid anymore. He’s young, yes, but he’s living a life that demands more from him than most adults ever had…