A Problem With Parents

I know I've only been here a bit over a week, but I think I arrived just in time. Mom and Dad couldn't get anything done without me. You think I exaggerate, but I seriously can't even imagine how they survived before I got here to keep them focused. They're okay as long as I stay on them, but if they think I'm not looking, they just goof off and waste time.

Mommy is always crawling off somewhere to get some sleep when she thinks I won't notice. I mean, come on. I'm a much better sleeper than she is. She should just leave that to the professionals.

Compared to Daddy, though, she's a workaholic. If I don't keep him focused on me, he just sits aimlessly staring at a glowing box, his fingers clicking randomly on the table in front of him. I honestly worry for his sanity, so if I catch him stuck in one of these trances I quickly remind him what he's supposed to be doing.

So far things have been progressing slowly. Parents are not good learners, but I'm not giving up. Just give me enough time and I'll get them whipped into shape.