Brain ache

30.11.12.

 

 

This is Dexter, waiting for his Friday croissant in Costa.

 

 

We were bolstered by coffee and bacon sandwiches for a staff training day. It was brilliant. A whole day of input from a leading world-wide expert in education. I loved it, but by the time I collected the boy, my brain physically ached.

 

 

How fortuitous that we have a three day weekend...

Dream Freeze

29.11.12.

 

 

Another Extended Learning Day; another year group 'inventing' gadgets and presenting them 'Dragons' Den' styl-ee.

 

 

My group won a prize. They invented the 'Dream Freeze' bed - a bed that goes cold when your alarm goes off to make you get up.

 

 

After a full-on day with one year group and leading a training session for two hours after school, I would gladly have crawled into said bed, regardless of the temperature.

 

 

Exhausted. 

A creative Wednesday

28.11.12.

 

 

My biggest work achievement of the day was clearing my emails. I get twitchy if I have more than ten in my inbox at any one time. I had way more than ten - a sign I'm spiralling out of control...not that I'm prone to exaggeration.

 

 

The boy and I got home relatively early. Hand over to Daddy was swift. The lift-share ladies and I went to a wreath-making class. It was great fun and such a lovely mid-week, relaxing thing to do. It's amazing what you can do with a bit of spruce and some dried orange slices.

Ear, ear...

27.11.12.

 

 

Had to leave school pronto today. The boy had a doctor's appointment. We ran down to the surgery. Unfortunately, due to a weeing incident, lack of spare clothes in his box (slack mummy), and some borrowed nursery trousers, the run down the hill was halted three times due to the boy's strides falling to his ankles.

 

 

When we finally got inside the surgery (fully clothed), our wonderful GP said he was happy to refer Dexter for a hearing test to see if that is affecting his (lack of) language acquisition. He did take a quick look in the boy's ears. It was like taking him to the hairdresser, only worse.

 

 

God knows what he'll be like at the test itself...

Wearily, wearily

26.11.12.

 

 

Since sharing this blog with them, two of my students have started blogging. This pleases me.

 

 

Feeling like a ball in a particularly frenetic pinball machine does not please me.

 

 

Neither does the constant darkness.

 

 

By the time we get home, I just want to climb the stairs and go to bed.

 

 

Am counting the years until retirement...

Wash-day blues

25.11.12.

Today has been a bit of a washout - as demonstrated visually by today's #366 picture! There have been some moments of winter sunshine, but mainly, the rain continues to fall. I am writing this at approaching four o'clock, and it's really getting dark out there.

There was a plan for today: riding lesson for Mummy; play, lunch and nap for Dexter, followed by a family trip to the park.

The boy is currently still snoozing. There is no point in waking him up yet as the park plan has been abandoned. Rain has stopped play.
I have used nap time very efficiently. I've made the world's biggest vegetable lasagne (official), Dexter has clean and dry bedding and towels, and the cat has a clean toilet. You'd never think I had a pile of exercise books waiting to be marked...

Having a splashing time

24.11.12.

The weather dictated events today. The husband and I are both totally shattered, and the constant rain has made a visit to the park a little unfeasible. Dexter still got a spot of fresh air though, albeit splashing in puddles to and from the car for a visit to Waitrose.

It's been a slow, toasty, yawny, choresy sort of day.

The boy was allowed to stay up 'late' to watch Strictly. The husband and I had dinner in a box and watched telly.

I've caught up on three weeks of the blog. I'm over it now, hence the bland and brief nature of my latest posts. I'm determined to finish a picture and post for every day this year, and then I'll think about a new direction. Lazy days like today are not the most inspiring.