I’ve been getting up before the kiddos all month to do yoga and write, and this morning I was interrupted by my four-year-old boy, just as I was starting a writing exercise. I told him to go back to bed or watch TV in my room until I was done working. He runs off crying to Daddy. “I don’t like Mama’s pretend job!”
Thanks kid, for saying out loud what I fear the most, that this is a pretend job.