If the first 15 minutes of this day are any sign of what’s ahead, maybe I should go back to bed.

I woke up to my 4-year-old standing at the side of my bed asking, “Do you want a piece of me?” and ready for a wrestling match. Then walking downstairs, I stepped off the last step and into a puddle of urine. The dog. Apparently, she couldn’t wait.

Luckily, we have wooden floors, not carpet.

Next, I went to grab a couple of eggs out of the fridge, and dropped one on the floor.

I’m lucky if I make it to lunch.