I woke up early, went pee, and decided it was some “ME” time. No sooner than I get downstairs and nestled into the lazy-boy than does my son wake up. This child, who normally sleeps far past this point, can somehow smell when I get a moment for myself, and through Murphyism, decides he must demand my services.

Yeah… parenthood….Yeah….

Now if you will excuse me I must pretend to interact with him as he dumps his play garbage cans for the eleventity billionith time.