Monday: 1, Mumma: 0

I had the most unproductive day at work today, and my poor child, who had a rain holiday from school, had to listen to me whining about it all day long. His googly eyes sank deeper and deeper into his face each time he saw a high AI % on the AI detection tool I use.

"It's not your fault, Mumma. It's the tool," he convinced me at the end of the evening. He also gave me plenty of life advice on why I should take a chill pill when it comes to work. Sigh!

I hope I'm not scarring my child's brain with professional trauma. And now I realise why he talks to me like a century-old man without a flowing white beard and with a nice, shiny, hairless head.

Today has officially been the most useless Monday of my life. Was it because I was useless, or was it the tool? I honestly can't say, but I certainly feel pretty useless.

Here's hoping for a better Tuesday.