Finally it arrived, the end of term and the start of the madness we call Christmas.
I've had a pretty rough couple of weeks and finally feel like I'm out of the fog of the virus and the real me is back! Sorry about that for those that are affected....
So any normal person would still be in bed this early on a Saturday morning, not on their second cup of tea and about to tuck in to a bacon sandwich, yes, the clue was in the "any normal person".
People think it's easy working in a school and getting all the school holidays off, well let me assure you, it isn't. For a start, my body is so used to waking up at 6am every day, as soon as the holidays arrive you think I'm laying in bed all morning, oh no, I'm up and awake by at least 7am! Then just as my body gets used to the fact that it can sleep a little longer than normal, I'll have to start setting the alarm clock and be back to a 6am start, two weeks of confusion for poor little me.
Then there has been the trauma of the last week in school. I've had to endure endless viewings of Madagascar and the first ninety minutes of films that I may never get to see the end of. How will I cope not knowing what happens to John Cusack in the film 2012? What about the girl that got kidnapped in Taken? Worst of all, did the gorgeous Ewan McGregor escape the evil clutches of Sean Bean in The Island?
Combine all of this with the copious cookies, pringles, doritos and chocolate cake that I've eaten and I'm sure you're sitting there thinking how glad you are that you work where you do and you will no longer envy those of us that are working in education.
All joking aside and as I'm sure those of you that know me are only too aware, I really do love my job and I feel so lucky that I was given the chance to have a go at it. I work with some brilliant students and secretly enjoy spoiling and indulging them with all the little goodies like biccies and crisps, for some of them it's the only time they get any treats. But I guess the best bit of all was yesterday when they all took the time to say thank you and wished me a Merry Christmas, forget Mastercard, that was priceless.
Saturday, 18 December 2010
Sunday, 12 December 2010
Free time
Once again Sunday morning is here and the toll of the bell signifying the end of another weekend. I love my job and really wouldn't want to do anything else, well apart from early retirement maybe, but why do the weekends have to go so quickly and the weekdays considerably slower?
Of course this week wasn't too bad, I was only in for two days and then off sick for three, believe me when I say I'd rather have been in work.
So, Saturday morning arrived and although I was still a little weary from all the coughing, I felt well enough to venture out. What oh what should I do with this freedom I had? No football training as Master Grumpy was still coughing like someone that's been smoking forty woodbine a day for the last twenty years, so the day was mine!
Obviously we all know where I ended up, Sainsburys. I won't go in to the joys of trying to find a parking space, or getting the right trolley, you know, one without the wheel that whizzes around like a demented spinning top as you push it. I'll even skip over the old people that I thought were banned from shopping on weekends, why do they still do that? Let's face it, when you no longer have to go to work and can sit around all day every day, why would you wait til the weekend to do your grocery shopping? There should be a law against them being out at weekends, I'll gladly let them have any day of the week they want, I'll stay away, besides don't they all get their food delivered from that nice Wiltshire man?
I digress. Shopping done, I made it back home and what do you think I did with the rest of my freedom? Collapsed in front of the computer and spent most of the day laughing at funny film clips, precocious children and some favourite music that I'd forgotten existed. Along with my mobile phone, I sometimes wonder how I coped pre computer, I know the older more cynical readers out there will be huffing and puffing about how I should get out more, not a good example to my children, blah blah blah. But guess what? I don't care. I laughed so hard I almost choked from coughing, I had a little tear at one point remembering a song that meant a lot to me a long time ago and through the wonders of the web was able to share them with some of my nearest and dearest.
So it wasn't the most exciting Saturday on record, although I did pop out later in the afternoon and almost ended up tagged on to the end of the EDL march in town, but it was a lovely, relaxing day and sometimes the best times are when you do nothing of any great use at all.
Have a relaxing Sunday and if you feel like doing bugger all, then do it!
Of course this week wasn't too bad, I was only in for two days and then off sick for three, believe me when I say I'd rather have been in work.
So, Saturday morning arrived and although I was still a little weary from all the coughing, I felt well enough to venture out. What oh what should I do with this freedom I had? No football training as Master Grumpy was still coughing like someone that's been smoking forty woodbine a day for the last twenty years, so the day was mine!
Obviously we all know where I ended up, Sainsburys. I won't go in to the joys of trying to find a parking space, or getting the right trolley, you know, one without the wheel that whizzes around like a demented spinning top as you push it. I'll even skip over the old people that I thought were banned from shopping on weekends, why do they still do that? Let's face it, when you no longer have to go to work and can sit around all day every day, why would you wait til the weekend to do your grocery shopping? There should be a law against them being out at weekends, I'll gladly let them have any day of the week they want, I'll stay away, besides don't they all get their food delivered from that nice Wiltshire man?
I digress. Shopping done, I made it back home and what do you think I did with the rest of my freedom? Collapsed in front of the computer and spent most of the day laughing at funny film clips, precocious children and some favourite music that I'd forgotten existed. Along with my mobile phone, I sometimes wonder how I coped pre computer, I know the older more cynical readers out there will be huffing and puffing about how I should get out more, not a good example to my children, blah blah blah. But guess what? I don't care. I laughed so hard I almost choked from coughing, I had a little tear at one point remembering a song that meant a lot to me a long time ago and through the wonders of the web was able to share them with some of my nearest and dearest.
So it wasn't the most exciting Saturday on record, although I did pop out later in the afternoon and almost ended up tagged on to the end of the EDL march in town, but it was a lovely, relaxing day and sometimes the best times are when you do nothing of any great use at all.
Have a relaxing Sunday and if you feel like doing bugger all, then do it!
Friday, 10 December 2010
Counting Down
Well here I am again, I think. My eyes are asking what the hell I'm doing up and typing at 6.45am on a Saturday morning, well my little brown friends, had you stayed closed and allowed me more sleep, we wouldn't be in this situation, would we?
It's been a rather interesting year for me and I have found myself wanting to blog on many occasions but have always changed my mind at the last minute. We all know how people like to live their personal lives out on Facebook and yes, at times I may have been guilty of that, but I really didn't want to start pouring my heart out on here.
So, before I start burbling about something totally different to what I had intended, I want to talk about the C word. Happily of course I mean Christmas and all the joys that come with it. Here we are, just 2 weeks away from the big day and how prepared am I? Let's say, not very. I know it'll all get done, the cards, the pressies, the food shopping and most importantly, getting the booze in, but right now I don't really feel in the mood.
I'm not a bah humbug type person, in fact I'm quite the opposite! I saw something on the television about how lucky children are these days, what they expect to get and the fact that they usually get what they want and far too much on top of that. Some miserable old git was giving some youngsters presents to share, presents that represented what they would have got maybe 30 or more years ago.... a tangerine and a yo yo. Well guess what misery guts? Times move on and thank goodness for that! I'm not saying my Christmas memories as a child are bad ones, far from it. I remember getting fruit in my sock at the end of the bed... bloody uncomfortable when you put your foot in it... but I also remember getting a dolls house, tiny tears, Penny puppy walker, Spirotot and one year my favourite ever present, a Hornby train set!
Now our parents weren't loaded with money, in fact quite the opposite, but I bet in order for them to buy all 4 of us the presents they knew we so desired, they had to save like mad and I'm sure the looks on our faces made it all worthwhile. For me it's exactly the same, I know that now my boys are bigger it's less about toys but it's still worth all the depriving yourself of the odd treat just to give them the very things that make them happy.
Oh yeah, while I'm on a roll, Christmas isn't just for kids either so please don't say it is! I love Christmas, hoping for that special present that I haven't even talked about or hinted at, wondering if anyone's mind reading skills have been working and I get a little something that I fancy. I know, highly unlikely but I can dream as I open another set of smellies or wash bag from the same person every year.... oh my goodness, do I smell?
I guess the point I'm trying to make on this dark and dreary morning is, let's just enjoy ourselves. let's all do what we want to do, not be told by others how we should be enjoying ourselves, how we should be spending our money and in fact, even if you don't want to be happy, then bloody well don't be. It's your day too!
It's been a rather interesting year for me and I have found myself wanting to blog on many occasions but have always changed my mind at the last minute. We all know how people like to live their personal lives out on Facebook and yes, at times I may have been guilty of that, but I really didn't want to start pouring my heart out on here.
So, before I start burbling about something totally different to what I had intended, I want to talk about the C word. Happily of course I mean Christmas and all the joys that come with it. Here we are, just 2 weeks away from the big day and how prepared am I? Let's say, not very. I know it'll all get done, the cards, the pressies, the food shopping and most importantly, getting the booze in, but right now I don't really feel in the mood.
I'm not a bah humbug type person, in fact I'm quite the opposite! I saw something on the television about how lucky children are these days, what they expect to get and the fact that they usually get what they want and far too much on top of that. Some miserable old git was giving some youngsters presents to share, presents that represented what they would have got maybe 30 or more years ago.... a tangerine and a yo yo. Well guess what misery guts? Times move on and thank goodness for that! I'm not saying my Christmas memories as a child are bad ones, far from it. I remember getting fruit in my sock at the end of the bed... bloody uncomfortable when you put your foot in it... but I also remember getting a dolls house, tiny tears, Penny puppy walker, Spirotot and one year my favourite ever present, a Hornby train set!
Now our parents weren't loaded with money, in fact quite the opposite, but I bet in order for them to buy all 4 of us the presents they knew we so desired, they had to save like mad and I'm sure the looks on our faces made it all worthwhile. For me it's exactly the same, I know that now my boys are bigger it's less about toys but it's still worth all the depriving yourself of the odd treat just to give them the very things that make them happy.
Oh yeah, while I'm on a roll, Christmas isn't just for kids either so please don't say it is! I love Christmas, hoping for that special present that I haven't even talked about or hinted at, wondering if anyone's mind reading skills have been working and I get a little something that I fancy. I know, highly unlikely but I can dream as I open another set of smellies or wash bag from the same person every year.... oh my goodness, do I smell?
I guess the point I'm trying to make on this dark and dreary morning is, let's just enjoy ourselves. let's all do what we want to do, not be told by others how we should be enjoying ourselves, how we should be spending our money and in fact, even if you don't want to be happy, then bloody well don't be. It's your day too!
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