Exhausted.

For most Aussie teachers out there, this time of year is horrible. We have half yearly reports due, we're tired after teaching for 20 weeks straight (with a measly two week break in between) and time at work seems to slow down and drag on . . . and on . . . and, well, you get the idea. The weekends disappear, and the working week feels more like a year. I'm experiencing a very rocky relationship with Mondays as of late.

I'm lucky enough to be recieving my hour of release time now, but even that time has been eaten up. How can it only be Monday? We have a busy week coming up, as our school is celebrating it's 25th birthday and there are lots of things happening. But it's overcast and miserable, and all I feel like doing is curling into a ball and sleeping. There are cots in the preschool, wonder if they'd let me borrow one?

I'm sure there is a point to this blog post. And I'm fairly sure that the point involves a request for sympathy, attention and possibly alcohol, but I'm so scatterbrained that I've forgotten. (I'm fairly sure the alcohol was a positive, though.) Instead, I'll settle for being distracted by all of the fun things that are going on with YOU instead. I'll just pretend to be enjoying the good times as well, okay?