Yes, we're at that time of the term already, where the kids have settled back, we're into the trudge of learning and meetings and assemblies and coursework, and the next holiday seems a decade away. As a matter of fact, we have three more weeks of school until half-term, but I can already sense they will go ever so slowly. It's kinda like 5th week blues, except it goes on for aaaages. Term-time blues.
The hecticness of last week made me thoroughly blue this weekend. Don't worry, I am perked up now. Friday was knackering, particularly because my Y8 girls' team had a Borough tournament after school. They got knocked out during the group stages, but I'm proud of them. I got home at 7:30pm and was in bed by 9:00pm, thus missing Ish's birthday party. Poor form.
Tiredness has been further exacerbated by the fact that our house has a big tarpaulin sheet over the roof due to the loft conversion that's currently taking place (err hello? who takes the roof off a house in bitterly cold January? Well, my family for starters...). During the day the sheet is quiet, but come night-time, it goes mad and shakes and rustles and essentially stops you sleeping. Grr. Consequently, I felt even more rough on Sat and so I missed Fi's birthday party too. Very poor form.
Today I feel better. Our match was cancelled so I made myself run 5km to get rid of any lingering miserygutsness. I have planned my lessons for the week and have vowed not to think about school again until tomorrow. Good plan. I have also spent considerable time belting our The Fratellis, thus returning the smile to my face.
Two new words for you Mouchio: munificent and grandiloquent.
Looking forward to Old Furies this weekend; they may conquer us physically, but our superior lexicon is interminable.
The hecticness of last week made me thoroughly blue this weekend. Don't worry, I am perked up now. Friday was knackering, particularly because my Y8 girls' team had a Borough tournament after school. They got knocked out during the group stages, but I'm proud of them. I got home at 7:30pm and was in bed by 9:00pm, thus missing Ish's birthday party. Poor form.
Tiredness has been further exacerbated by the fact that our house has a big tarpaulin sheet over the roof due to the loft conversion that's currently taking place (err hello? who takes the roof off a house in bitterly cold January? Well, my family for starters...). During the day the sheet is quiet, but come night-time, it goes mad and shakes and rustles and essentially stops you sleeping. Grr. Consequently, I felt even more rough on Sat and so I missed Fi's birthday party too. Very poor form.
Today I feel better. Our match was cancelled so I made myself run 5km to get rid of any lingering miserygutsness. I have planned my lessons for the week and have vowed not to think about school again until tomorrow. Good plan. I have also spent considerable time belting our The Fratellis, thus returning the smile to my face.
Two new words for you Mouchio: munificent and grandiloquent.
Looking forward to Old Furies this weekend; they may conquer us physically, but our superior lexicon is interminable.
