Two more days before half term. Boy am I exhausted. This half term has been.... tiring.

Adjusting to a new routine, new system, new children, new planning, as well as sorting out all the new assessment system. I enjoy working with children, enjoy the job, but it's all the extra shite that comes with it. I get home tired. I'm tired during the evening, I sleep for eight hours and I'm still tired. Then I'm tired during the day.

I need this week off. Boy do I ever. Only it's going to be spent working and sleeping really, that's all.

I haven't had any time during the past few evenings to do any cross stitch for Jonathan's gran, and she's very old, very poorly, getting weaker all the time.

It's also Jonathan's birthday next Tuesday, and Ho Hum. I've got too much to think about. Too much. Too much to do. And I earn less than a person answering directory enquiry calls. If I was a teacher, I doubt I'd have a lot more work than I'm doing now, and I'd be earning almost double what I am at the moment. Just goes to show.