I gave up

Bank meeting at 9.00.

8.20, Emma keeps whining “Maaaaamaaaamaaamaaamaaa”.

I look at her, wondering whether she only remembers my “name” when she is upset or whether “mama” is just an expression she invented to express her boredom.

Then I look at my face in the mirror.

And I did it.

Igaveup

It was yesterday morning and I still feel ashamed.

My hair looked good at the meeting, though.

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