I can see it in your faces, sometimes when I pop out to the back room to do some work. I can see it in your eyes when I sometimes spend too much time doing work on my phone. I can feel it in your voice when you ask me if you can help me and I say that the equipment is too sharp.
I am sorry for those moments. But I am not sorry for starting The Paper Daisy.
You will hear me say it many times as you grow up, I think stay at home mums...