Managed three hours last night. When I finally managed to drag my self out of bed (To be honest, it was the yelling of my wife that we were going to be late that got me moving.) I stumbled into take a shower and almost brushed my teath with a tube oe Neosporin that had been left on the counter top.
My wife is out of town tonight, so I am going to have to set two alarms tomorrow morning. That usually does the trick. Odds on making it into work before 10am? Small. Thank god I have a flex schedule.
What am I going do when our child is born? Sigh...


