Pants were the least of my concern yesterday. Drive time to work is about 30 minutes, and I arrived at my usual 7:00am. By 8:00, I get a call from the wife, saying the furnace isn't working. I try to walk her through some things over the phone, but we can't get it. I drive 30 minutes back home. Do a little putzing around, Google the error code, and clear the issue. 30 minute drive back to work. I'm not there 45 minutes when I get a call from the school nurse telling me Madison threw up. So another 30 minutes back home, grab Ryder from daycare, get Madison from school and call it a day.
I'm now sitting at work contemplating just turning my phone off.