Becoming a parent has turned me into an involuntary firefighter. I don’t get a cool hat, or get to drive a big red truck, but I do get woken up in the middle of the night to deal with pee-soaked bedsheets, or having to deal with a mid-day meltdown in the middle of the grocery store, or hearing the sound of glass shattering as another dish gets broken. I used to be able to leisurely stroll to a coffee shop or library and just sit there for hours, uninterrupted, typing away on my laptop. Those days are over. Now, there […]