I don’t think I actually work that much. Or even work when J is home.
One evening, J said: I need to go upstairs to finish some work.
He got upstairs, took a paper and started scribbling.
Me: what are you doing?
J: I’m almost done with my Angebot (proposal in german)
This is J’s angebot- Million Dollar project:
Me: finish already???
J: shhh… I’m talking to uncle Volker. ( my boss) –
J: ok. I just need to mail it out.
Me: took a floor plan and the concept from my desk and show him. Explaining why he needs a floor plan for planing. And the concept. Etc etc. where to put the machines. Where the piping goes etc.
me to TH: i didn’t work that much… actually.
Guilty. This is how my son sees me in his eyes. And I’m not even a bit of how I used to be before I had him.