This weekend was probably the worst weekend I've had here in the UK. Friday night was, to put it bluntly, lame. Saturday after running in the morning, I went into school and did marking/prepping for this week for four hours, lunch/walk in the woods with Jason was lovely (only nice thing about the weekend really...) finally getting my card at HSBC, doing a bit of therapy shopping/drinking with Michelle, and then heading to bed at 11pm (what a Saturday night...). Today after running in the morning, I got myself ready and graded/cleaned/planned all day long. I've been so frustrated with this entire situation that I actually cleaned my ENTIRE house with the exception of my housemates rooms. Swept, hoovered, and wiped down every square inch of the main areas (including my room); A good stress relief (as is this post)--at least when I'm stressed I'm productive. Tonight will be spent finishing my marking of one classes exams, a glass of wine and one of my books.
I'm a bit ticked off that I needed to go into work on a Saturday; my father brought it my attention that I actually worked for the past 8 days straight (Sunday-Sunday). *sigh* I suppose in the back of my mind I knew that this was going to be the case during my first year. I hope that, as I become acclimated with teaching, it becomes easier and I can give myself more "me" time. It's terrible that I feel guilty for taking time out of my day today to clean/do laundry/make and eat dinner. It's like I'm student teaching again--at least I'm getting paid for this.
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Did you change this post? I could have sworn I read something different before (I glanced at it without really processing the info and read the post below it instead)?
Yeah I didn't like how it read so I deleted the parts that I didn't like (aka the entire first paragraph). Oops :-p
i thought it looked shorter!
i'm sorry things didn't work out- but don't worry- you are too good and wonderful of a person to not have the best- and you will find it-
and if not- we'll move in together and get a bunch of cats and let everyone think we're the weird old ladies in town that eat the little kids if they go into our yard... =D
actually- that sounds like a better plan than trying to find someone with a y chromosome at the moment... lol
well at the moment it's not completely 'done.' we're waiting until i get back from Rome and he sorts his shit out to see whether or not we'll actually continue with this.
you. me. a house full of cats. sounds pretty good if you ask me ;) HAHAHA
well then- he can come visit-- but above all- you are my wife =P
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