Such was the case last week. I work a two-and-one rotation: two weeks of night shift followed by a week off. Last week, I made an intentional decision to give my wife and kiddo what they value most — my time. I pitched in with household chores, hung out with the teenager, engaged with meaningful quality time, and when the evening arrived, I forfeited my writing office for the recliner — not for a token night — for the week.