m**** work

My 5 yr old S cutely came to me the other evening, saw me clicking through a lengthy word document procedure revision, a typical task from my day job. She stood next to me for a few seconds, watched me and then said these simple words.

To me, it was beyond simple, it was the most profound stuff I needed to hear at the cross-roads I was at. The words to me summed up the rut I am in.

“Wow daddy you are doing a lot mouse work”