Work is busy.
Life is busy.
Marking and letters and prep and emails and packages and haircuts and lunches and stuff.
Everything feels like a rush.
I fall into bed exhausted…
…and wake up, never quite rested enough.
My boyfriend is a saint.
So much of what’s going on is lovely…
But this Country Mouse sorely needs a nap, a cup of tea, or a rest.
Here’s hoping they are just around the corner…
PS Because I don’t want to worry anyone – I’m fine. In fact, I’m just en route to bed. But this is the kind of blog post you get when Claire realises it’s 10.30 pm Sunday and she’s done 6 hours straight of extra planning and prep, isn’t quite sure if she has knickers (let along trousers or a skirt!) to wear to school tomorrow, and her brain is tired. I also had every good intention of writing a nice newsy blog post but as the pile of work refused to budge, that time window clicked shut, and I was disappointed. More as soon as I possibly can.
Busy is good.
But man, is it tiring!