The guilt ugh! “Mumma, please don’t work, play with me” 🥲
I work from home, which means I’m accessible to my 3 year old all day.
God knows it’s fucked with my mental health. And now she’s recently started hitting me with the “play with me, mumma, please don’t work”.
Idk man, I’m exhausted.
Edit: I have a nanny. But we have a small house. There’s no separation of space. My workspace is our bedroom.