Even when life is busy, I believe in making time. Time for rest and friends and writing and reading and cooking and thinking and silliness. It’s important.
This week is a stinker at work – the middle of three parents’ evenings weeks (I love the chance to catch up about my boys but the hours of prep are tiring!), trips and reports a-go-go and half-term still over a week away. One of those weeks where at eight o’clock in a cold classroom as you stare at yet another digit you can’t quite make out in a scribbled maths equation you find yourself chanting internally (“I love my job. I love my job. I love my job.”).
And I do love my job.
At some times it’s just a bit all-encompassing, but that’s the joy and the snap of the Jekyll and Hyde way that teaching is. Seventy-five hour workweeks in September….and under a dozen a week in August! I know how lucky that makes me.
So you play the long game. I know that even though now I’m weary and up to my ears in paper and tired of the ding of the email alert….there’s also April Claire, Easter holiday Claire, lying in the sun, sipping wine and reading a book. Not long.
And in the meantime, I make time.
I plan lessons while I get my hair done.
I read stories on the train.
I type blog posts in the fifteen minute window between parent/teacher conferences.
I stay up late to see Matthew and I wake up early to make worksheets.
And I remember that I love what I do, and I’m lucky to be able to say that.
And almost as lucky to know that half-term is seven short workdays away. 🙂
Happy Wednesday, all!