Chris has been watching baby boy at night this week while I've been putting in extra hours in our home office. I pour myself a glass of wine, turn on John Coltrane, and do design work until I fall asleep. Meanwhile, Chris makes dinner, chases baby boy, brings me dinner, chases baby boy, does the dishes, then chases baby boy.
Last night, after only an hour, I finished a section and could go no further without some drawings I was missing from the main office. I shut down the computer, clicked off the desk lamp, and opened the door. I heard baby boy banging his toys in the living room, the timer dinging loudly on the oven, rock music blaring from the radio, and the sound of water splashing in the sink as the dishes clanked together.
Slowly I backed into the office, quietly shut the door, clicked the desk lamp back on, turned up Coltrane, and pulled out my Kindle.
What he doesn't know won't hurt him.