Evan has spent the morning trying to see just how stressed I can become. Normally he plays nice by himself or watches television but today he is craving attention. I woke at 4am but couldn’t convince myself to stay up and get to work. Little devil on my shoulder had some stupid logic like "a little extra sleep will make you more productive." My wife is sick and I was hoping she’d sleep in but she has come upstairs. To the dungeon with me!
