|Whitby, the archetypical seaside town of the|
North and the Goth capital of England.
|Barn dancing, UK style, this is not the one that my Girlie was|
at, but you get the idea.
Sunday we went to Whitby again so the children could play on a park we'd seen. They enjoyed it, I was tired and bored, as is usual, and they were both too tired to really play on it. Though they did enjoy it. We then attended our church group's communion service, which overran, and then left later than planned, near 4pm. I drove us back home, Tilly and I had some takeaway, and the children were bundled off to bed. Girlie woke to be sick from all the travelling and then I was back at work. Everyone else slept in. The joys of home schooling I guess.
Monday was a school trip. I hate organising school trips, I hate running them and I hate the stress for making sure everyone is accounted for. Don't get me wrong, I love where we went and I love the tour that I get to give to help the students with coursework. But I do not enjoy the whole thing about trips. It comes from one I ran about six years ago now where the students were badly behaved (they got us banned from the place by managing to deface some displays with marker pen and swearing at members of the public) and one managed to shatter his pelvis. Turned out he had brittle bone disease, that the school had not been told, and that he was running in an area with clear signage saying not to run after having been told by two members of school staff to not enter the area he was running in. He was airlifted to a hospital and we had to send a member of staff with him, then we had to... Oh, you get the idea. Since then I hate trips. So, stressful Monday. Then I had a meeting as part of my role at work, being watched by my boss, I hated that too.
Monday evening was fraught, I got back and was straight into looking after the Boy. They were both very tired and Tilly needed sleep quickly. I had a hurried tea and then the Boy took a while to get to sleep. Indeed, he had napped at midday and so he wasn't even ready to sleep until 9pm - meaning I couldn't work nor prepare for the Tuesday. I fell asleep and was unable to get downstairs until 10pm, I then went to bed. Tuesday was a busy day. Teaching all day, duties at the end of school and lunch. Yeah, I know, get a real job. Even so, I was shattered and then I came home to help look after the Boy while Girlie went to ballet. Then the Boy took a while to get asleep, again, meaning no work or preparation that night too. It was hard work. Then Tilly and I argued.
Yesterday was another big day and we spent the evening trying to repair bridges.