I’m seriously going nuts here…between the neurotic dog and my kids cooking in my office multiple times per day… I am constantly interrupted. This is my office!!! Why are you cooking chocolate pancakes?! Oh right…because it doubles as a kitchen right now. Seriously….Chocolate pancakes….It’s not Christmas!!! Did you rinse your dishes? Is that burning pancake I smell? What are you doing?!?! Stop feeding the dog pancakes. Did you wash your hands? Stop. Wash your hands again. Why is there pancake batter on the outside of the pan? This is just pushing my type A-ness to the limits. I finally have…