At the end of each school year—after grades are entered, textbooks re-shelved, the little white orbs of paper from the 3-hole punch vacuumed up from the floor one final time—I like to take stock. Of me, of my family, of the greater world around me. And this year in my stock taking, I was frustrated. In reading a bunch of other "mom" blogs, there's a continual discussion about how to "have it all." And I'd like to submit that this whole idea of "all" is rubbish.