
My little Zen Master of two-and-a-half woke up the other morning and said, “
Mummy, no work please.”
I gently informed him that I had to work as the team was waiting for some things from me, but I promised that after 7pm I would be all his. That is how our average day is spent. Well, this was not acceptable to him this time. He whimpered again and said, “
please, no work.” Not his...