We have entered a new season as a family. And by season I don’t mean the kind that changes leaves from green to orange, but rather a change of seasons like “Congratulations Mr.Smith. The network has renewed your show for another year, but there’s going to be a smaller budget and you have to deal with even more ridiculous side characters that don’t make sense.” Because this is the season where life introduces the quirky neighbor girls that come knocking on the door at 8 in the morning on a Saturday and stand in the living room making snarky comments while I’m trying to have serious conversations with my children. “Sorry Mr.S, but maybe you should have taken up basket weaving!” I stare at the…