The next set of tasks in my level 3 are gong to be a series of “professional discussions” (about which I am not so quietly panicking – it’s one thing to hide behind an essay, quite another to discuss it face to face with someone who knows the subject inside out).
In a moment of early morning rushed research, I grabbed the nearest thing to hand to get some thoughts down. It was, for once, a pen and paper rather than a smart phone, ipad or laptop.
After the initial shock of actually writing proper sentences, rather than a shopping list (the only other things I write by hand nowadays are permission slips for the smalls’ school trips and activities), I found I actually enjoyed the process of writing.
I might even do it again one day.
You spend hours of your own time (and some money) on printing, laminating, cutting and sticking sticky back velcro onto things like this.
Thanks today go to Mrs Pancake and her marvellous Doodads.
(Don’t tell anyone, but secretly I quite enjoyed it).
I finally found the right frames for my pictures. It took a while, as predicted, and then a while to find time to put them up, but here they are, and fab they look too.
Thank you M for the idea, and the husb for putting them up for me.
It’s funny how things change. A year or two ago, when friends came to visit, I would have really stressed about making sure I got a picture of the day to remember it by.
I don’t know why, but I’ve changed. I’m much more relaxed and would rather spend the day enjoying the company of lovely friends, like the ones who came to see us today, than trying to photograph them.
I have no photo of today, but I probably had a better time because I wasn’t worrying about taking pics. And on the upside, I have got pics of the smalls in their onesies to share!
Between my diary and hers, we’ve had to wait a little while for the lovely lady who was painting the girl’s wall to be able to come and finish said wall. It used to look like this.
Now it looks like this.
Not many girls can claim to be in princess form on their own wall hugging one of only two dogs in the world that she likes!
I think I’ve got two very lucky children to have such amazing and unique artwork on their walls. Thank you G, you amazingly talented lady.
“A tiger and a leopard walked into a school…” sounds to me like the beginning of a bad joke. A bit like my day really.
So far today:
My journey into work which should take 20/25 minutes took me an hour.
I was asked to help in nursery for an hour which in itself is fine (lovely in fact as lovely people work there) but whilst there I sat down on the carpet to read a story and sat in something wet. The ladies there very kindly said it was probably spilled milk but (a) I’m not convinced and (b) either way I must smell fairly weird.
Work was just hard today – it happens sometimes (often if I’m honest) but it always leaves me feeling unexpectedly tired.
I have a bag full of papers that comes back and forth from home to work and vice verse. Fortunately it contains neither childrens’ work nor confidential information. However, it does contain planning and information to help me with my intervention groups, along with a few books that I’ve bought to help with the sessions. I put my water bottle into the bag without checking it was closed properly. You can guess the rest…
Friday is swimming day for the children so it’s the one day of the week that I need to leave on time. I left work later than planned (due to spreading paper to dry then forgetting I’d have to gather it all back before I left), got as far as the car and then remembered that I’d left a book on a heater (to dry out, of course). I went back for it as I thought it would probably constitute a fire hazard and I would hate to be responsible for the school burning to the ground! That added 15 minutes to my journey. Then I hit an even bigger traffic jam than this morning and it took me an hour and 20 minutes to get home. It felt like about 3 hours, but fortunately the husb had left his work early (well, it is Friday after all) so even though the children didn’t make their swimming lessons, one of us was at least there to collect them from after-school club before it closed.
The most sensible decision I made today was when I got home. Instead of sitting down for a much needed cup of tea, I decided to walk down to school to meet the husb and the smalls (knowing that on a Friday there are always many bags to carry). I met them as we were rounding a corner in our respective directions and the joy on the faces of both the children and the husband was quite a thing to behold. Turns out the joke was poor but the punchline was a beauty.
Anyway, back to the beginning, “a tiger and a leopard walk into a school…”