My first son is teething. With one hand I tried to soothe his cries. With the other hand I tried to explain journalism to the internet trolls who had descended on my most recent article. I felt weary and cranky.
I was anxious for my wife to return home from class so she could watch the baby while I ran the errands, and finished up my work for the day.
But when she came home–20 minutes late–she had a ton of graduate-level homework. All of which had been procrastinated until it was due immediately.
It was clear I would not be able to pass the baby off.