A great day...

Today my daughter graduated from Portsmouth University with a 2-1.  We had a lovely day, I took along my mum for the ceremony too so my daughter had her mum (me!), her grandma and her dad there for support, I am one very proud parent!

The car journey to and from Portsmouth was a little fractious. Mum didn't want me answering phone calls in the car with my handsfree for starters and every time I managed to reach the dizzy heights of 70mph in my banger she held on to her arm rest for dear life as if we were about to take flight! 

Oh and no radio either, she asked me to turn it down to such a degree I couldn't hear anything above the engine, so I just turned it off.

Tomorrow I get my lie-in, one of many now that I have started my summer hols, wooo! I don't have a lot planned for my time off  as yet, though there are a few trips out which I'm looking forward to. 

Sorting out my garden and repainting the fence is definitely a priority and I must continue working on my friends garden too, it's been a slow process this year trying to get it completed. 

And of course I need to socialise more; I must find a Salsa class, catch up with friends I haven't seen for ages (which includes a visit to Manchester) and hopefully have days out with my girls.

The depressing thing is all of the above involves spare cash, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, (does anyone know what it looks like?) hmmm, could be spending alot of time at home then!! 

It would be great to be in a position to actually go abroad each summer, considering I have 6 weeks off, but that has never been possible unfortunately, so towards the end of the hols I do start pulling my hair out! Won't think about that just yet though, will wait until the novelty wears off first.

I think it's time to go to bed now, motorway driving always drains me. I have my roomie's bed all to myself tonight and tomorrow, yay, she's staying in Portsmouth for graduation celebrations.

Now, what tropical island shall I visit in my dreams tonight........

 

Roll on the summer hols!

Well today was the day of Year 6's 'leavers play'. The word shambolic comes to mind, but hey, it's done, over with at last, I can not bear to think about it another minute, it was the bane of my life for weeks!

And now, for my sins, I have their party to look forward to tomorrow afternoon. Ooh, it's just one delight after another. Personally I feel they don't deserve any treats, considering their diabolical behaviour over recent months, but who am I to question the powers that be. So my presence is expected at the party they requested, I shall have to grimace throughout the proceedings and just go home with face ache. It will be a veritable chimpanzees celebration, of that I can guarantee.

I know I sound like an evil witch and anyone (!) reading this will probably think 'thank god/I hope she's not my childs teaching assistant', but this Year 6 have been trying, honestly and truly!! 

My mum came to stay yesterday, until next Thursday. I love her very much but am so used to just me and my daughters living together it can be difficult for me to keep my patience with her sometimes. My girls always put me back in my place though. I lose my status when mum comes, I become a daughter myself again instead of head of the household and it can be frustrating.

I've given up my room this time, for my mum, and have taken to sharing a bed with my eldest daughter, who isn't overly pleased that I have become her 'roomie' but if you love your mum you have to make sacrifices, right? Anyhoo, for the remainder of her stay I have promised myself I will be a respectful daughter and a patient one too.  

Last week at work was draining to say the least, loads to get done before the end of term.  My class have lost the plot, switched off  before the summer hols have arrived (as is usual). If you can imagine how impossible it was trying to inspire thirty 10 year olds to rehearse their 'leavers play' with feeling, you'll know exactly how I felt when I left work on Friday!

Thankfully I had the weekend to look forward to;  Saturday night in Scotland, in a swish hotel with a gorgeous man! After an early breakfast on Sunday we hit the road just after 8, spending the day  in the fresh air 'til we caught the 6 o'clock train back to London, arriving  late, totally whacked but feeling good.

Leaving a cosy warm bed at 615 in the morning is never easy,  leaving behind a nice warm body within that bed is nigh on impossible, but I did it this morning, had to drive back home. However, I had the luxury of  languishing on my couch to look forward to. I had the day off and instead of using it wisely and completing an important piece of paperwork (amongst other things)  I lounged. 

My mum's coming to stay tomorrow for a week or so and I want my house to look tidy, but did I dust and hoover, did I wash the bathroom floor and clear the landing of 'stuff'? No, I climbed out of bed at 240pm(!), had a leisurely late lunch in the garden and started reading 'Wicked' instead. 

I read so much I started to feel sleepy round about 7ish and had 40 winks, can you believe it!! I love days like this, when I don't have to be anywhere, spending the day in my pyjamas, hair uncombed,  it does me good!

Thing is though, I've slept for England and it's now 1230am and I'm not tired, I'm up again at 7 for work  so think I'll go back to bed and read some more until I fall asleep, again!  

"The art of love is largely the art of persistence". 

Albert Ellis 

Hello.......

A friend of mine started a blog  last year and suggested I try it. He's a writer by profession and when he said he thought I'd be good at it because he liked the way I wrote, his compliment saw me giving it a go. 

I started in January 2009 and by March had given up! Apart from trying to get used to the idea that the whole world could read my words I could also see that my blog entries consisted of work and family near enough and that was it, nothing exciting in my opinion. The fact that I only ever got one comment on what I was writing was proof to me that it must be pretty boring stuff!

Encouragement made me toy with the idea of starting up again on a few occasions but self doubt took over, still wasn't convinced I could write anything that was of interest to anyone. Still not sure now to be perfectly honest, but I've definitely missed writing. 

So.... here I go again, I'm back, this time I'm just doing it for myself (maybe that's the answer?). It's good to see one's thoughts written down and having read back the entries in my blog they all made me smile and remember, which has got to be good.