“Mama, why do they make you work so much?”
I paused before answering, because in that innocent question was the shameful answer.
“They? There is no ‘they,’” I told him, instantly aware of my dysfunctional time management skills.
“Then why do you work so much and then complain about it?”
Ahhhahaha. Omg, this piece (and the sick burn from the writer’s kid) slayed me. And this quote, too: “Work, like the water I spend so much of my time in (or wishing I were in), quickly spreads and flows to fill spaces.” STOP THE FLOW.