So. I’ve had enough of trying to accommodate some people. If people want to be my friend and be a good friend, then they know where I am. They know how to contact me. I’m pretty much done with always being the one to make first contact. People are busy I know. People have their own lives. Sure. But it doesn’t take a moment to spare someone a thought and drop them a text, whatsapp or messenger or whatever.
With that in mind I know a couple of heads I need to reconnect with and I shall go old school and telephone them at the weekend.
Meanwhile, I’ll go to school. Teach my lessons as per my plans. Change them as and when I need to. I’ll mark, I’ll come home. I’ll go to bed. Sleep the sleep of the just – possibly unjustly. Or maybe I’ll lay awake pondering about life, the universe and everything.
I’ll teach my swim classes on Thursdays and Fridays and hope nobody drowns and the parents don’t think I’m a complete fucktard. If they rebook the classes then I’ll know I’m doing alright. If they take their business elsewhere and I end up being asked to leave then I’ll know it’s not for me.
And that’s fine. It’ll be what it’ll be.
I’ll cook and clean and keep house and parent as best I can and that’s the way it will go week after week.
Every now and then I’ll do something different. Like on Saturday when I went to Chester and took my mum and sister out for afternoon tea for Mothers’ Day.
Once in a while the planets will align and the gods and goddesses of all that is mysterious and magical will smile upon me and, after a pointless tiff with Bman, he will apologise like this.
And that’s okay (although the spelling and grammar is NOT).
It’s okay to just be okay.