I was a stay at home mum when my first two were small. We started oiur spinning and weaving business just before having the youngest and I felt I missed out so much, although I was working from home. He definitely missed out. When he was four and not at school, we noticed that business seemed down. I caught him telling people to go away because the workshop was closed. His father was furious but I asked son why he had done it. I'll never forget his reply. "So you'll have time to play with me." Guilt? It was horrendous. I thought that, because I was around where he could see me, that was alright and I always stopped when the older two came in and didn't start again until they were all in bed. I then made an 'arrangment' with him. He wouldn't try to stop customers any more and, every day after lunch, I would spend an hour playing with him. We did whatever he wanted (playing shops every day for a month - what fun). It worked and he was much happier. Still feel bad when I think about it though and he's 29 now.
