We had such an amazing weekend together - he was in a great mood, we went to the park and the weather was gorgeous on Sunday. It’s not a surprise that on Monday morning, neither of us wanted the weekend to end. Unfortunately, only one of us is an adult that rationalizes weekends versus weekdays, which meant that getting out the door included a face-plant on the floor wail session. (It was the three-year-old, I promise. I like my job and do not do face-plants over it.)
I explained to him that I needed to go to work to make money and he cried, “NO! Daddies go to work to make money!” A piece of me broke off and hurt at his words, but I took a deep breath and told him that mommies make money, too. My job is to go to work to make money and his job is to go to school to learn and play with his friends.
Drop-off that morning went smoothly, thankfully, but we’ve had this same conversation every day since then. sigh.
Instead of getting frustrated, I decided to ask Harry what he thinks I do all day. Here’s what he said:
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