A typical day in this physician’s household
There is peanut butter on the doorknob.
Coffee cup in one hand, I stumble after my 17 month-old who is chattering away Mogwai-style, and quickly wipe my other greasy hand on my pajama pants. I ensure that she is not about to ingest any number of the choking hazards my 4 year old has left splayed on our floor.
It is 6:45 am on a Saturday morning, and in about an hour I will rush off …