So, how’s it going on the old positivity scale since my return to the coalface?
Well. Week 3 and I already feel like a shell of my summer holiday relaxed and calm self. A costume of a woman with a grimace of a smile dripping off my face at a rate of knots. Nursery one minute, changing pants and the next I’m discussing the meaning of life (it’s 42 BTW) with Upper Keystage 2. I have to check my diary at every changeover to check that I’m heading to the right class.
Monies worth = out of me? Yes. I think so.
The silver lining of this headwreck of a new role is that the extra wedge in my monthly pay means that I reckon I am good for paying for next year’s Griswold family jolly to
WallyDisneyworld. That’s if I’m not on a liver transplant waiting list from all the gin I may have to consume to get me through until then.
Meanwhile. On another topic. Having had my IUD coil removed, my periods have started up again. This is not good. I’d forgotten how annoying they are and how much I want to eat chocolate in the lead up to all that. This is playing havoc with my mission to shift 10kg of excess timber. I may need to take up smoking again, or amphetamines or something.
Pretty sure the Bman might overtake me on this weight loss gig as he’s been surviving on grout fumes and hard graft the past 2 weeks trying to finish off our new kitchen. The kitchen we haven’t decided whether we like or not. The worktop is already scratched. The oven doesn’t match the rest. We’ve got a plumber coming out on Thursday to get to the bottom of the rank stench emanating from beneath the washing machine and the laminate floor still needs to be done and tiling to be finished. He’s gone back to work this week for a rest!
I may blog some more in another 3 weeks if and when I can summon the energy.
Ciao for now dudes