My boys had looks of pure horror on their faces this morning. They asked if they could have the day off because they were 'ill'! I said no. That wasn't the cause of the look of horror. This was due to the fact I said no...because I have to work! Work? Where? Do you have a job? Who's going to pick us up? What if you are late and can't get us from school? And so the Spanish inquisition went on. Can you imagine their faces if I told them that technically I was doing two jobs.
They were both joyful when they walked in the front door, both asking me how work was and did I have a good day? Then they looked at my pile of paperwork and were agog. The Short One has since informed me that he doesn't want me to have a job. I asked him why did he think I had gone back to university? He replied that he thought I had just done it to learn, not get a job! Despite me telling him lots of Mums work he has declared that he doesn't want me to work because he doesn't want me to busy when I should be with him.
I happened to mention that I was actually going to get paid for some of the work I do. They soon changed their faces from horror to raised eyebrows of expectation! I can already feel my money burning holes in their pockets! Til tomorrow x
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