The million dollar deal

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)

Me: 😩😩😩

This is J’s angebot- Million Dollar project:

Me: finish already???

J: shhh… I’m talking to uncle Volker. ( my boss) –

Me: 😩😫😩

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.


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