As bedtime crept closer, I continued to work well into the evening to get ahead of work for the next day. My daughter continuously requested I play with her or even do a small trick to catch my attention if only for a quick moment. After endlessly stating that I will play as soon as I finish working, I shut down my laptop to join her only to find her asleep on our couch. Watching her tiny chest rise and fall to the rhythm of her peaceful breathing, I thought about how it must feel being on the other side of those “five more minutes.” Sure, playing is fun. But…