Geez, how is it Thursday already?
Oct. 27th, 2017 12:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wiseheartFor a 4-day-week, it certainly seems to drag on, so I didn't realize until now that two-thirds of it is already over.
Yesterday was a beast, I was away from home for 11 hours, and in the 3 of them in the middle of the day I used to run around town like a poisoned mouse, buying washing powder and checking out my favourite DIY shops, so that I was dead on my feet when I got back to work again. Where I had to stand in for a colleague who took a bunch of kids to a museum; then I worked on my planned advent calendar while the kids did their homework - for some reason seeing me sew fascinates them to no end -, and after the madhouse (the last regular working hour, when we have to collect the lower primary pupils in the school canteen, until the parents fetch them and hinder them in murdering each other and destroying the furniture) we had parent-teacher evening.
Of course, nobody ever wants to visit with the teacher who "only" spends all afternoon with their kids, but Boss Woman wouldn't let us go home. So I walked a bit around in the corridors and chatted with the parents who were waiting for the "actual" teachers - the ones with the arcane powers of actual teaching -, the same way as Socrates did with his students. You can't beat the classics.*g*
In any case, it was 7pm when I finally got home. Fortunately, one of the colleagues is a doll and gave me a lift which, considering that I had three heavy shopping bags with me, was a blessing. Dragging those on the bus, and than along the street, wouldn't have been fun. I'm not as strong as I used to be; but heavy lifting means that I won't have to go to the shops twice, and that counts, too.
Today was a bit more quiet... well, in a sense. The kids didn't have any homework because the colleagues wanted them to have undisturbed holidays next week, so the boys played cards or board games, while the girls and I worked on their advent calendars, which will consist of owls, made of toilet paper rolls. We've already sewn the eyes last week, now it's covering the rolls with tightly wrapped yearn, which is slow work if one wants to do it properly. The results are mixed, but funny, and it is theirs and they enjoy crafting, so it doesn't really matter.
Tomorrow we'll have a flea market in the afternoon, which means a different kind of madhouse. I'll take a look around, though. Last time some kids sold very nice stickers for a low price, which I can use for my cards and journals; perhaps I'll get lucky again. Most of the stuff are mathoms anyway - I'm fairly certain that they sometimes unknowingly buy things they've sold a year or two ago. *g*
Yesterday was a beast, I was away from home for 11 hours, and in the 3 of them in the middle of the day I used to run around town like a poisoned mouse, buying washing powder and checking out my favourite DIY shops, so that I was dead on my feet when I got back to work again. Where I had to stand in for a colleague who took a bunch of kids to a museum; then I worked on my planned advent calendar while the kids did their homework - for some reason seeing me sew fascinates them to no end -, and after the madhouse (the last regular working hour, when we have to collect the lower primary pupils in the school canteen, until the parents fetch them and hinder them in murdering each other and destroying the furniture) we had parent-teacher evening.
Of course, nobody ever wants to visit with the teacher who "only" spends all afternoon with their kids, but Boss Woman wouldn't let us go home. So I walked a bit around in the corridors and chatted with the parents who were waiting for the "actual" teachers - the ones with the arcane powers of actual teaching -, the same way as Socrates did with his students. You can't beat the classics.*g*
In any case, it was 7pm when I finally got home. Fortunately, one of the colleagues is a doll and gave me a lift which, considering that I had three heavy shopping bags with me, was a blessing. Dragging those on the bus, and than along the street, wouldn't have been fun. I'm not as strong as I used to be; but heavy lifting means that I won't have to go to the shops twice, and that counts, too.
Today was a bit more quiet... well, in a sense. The kids didn't have any homework because the colleagues wanted them to have undisturbed holidays next week, so the boys played cards or board games, while the girls and I worked on their advent calendars, which will consist of owls, made of toilet paper rolls. We've already sewn the eyes last week, now it's covering the rolls with tightly wrapped yearn, which is slow work if one wants to do it properly. The results are mixed, but funny, and it is theirs and they enjoy crafting, so it doesn't really matter.
Tomorrow we'll have a flea market in the afternoon, which means a different kind of madhouse. I'll take a look around, though. Last time some kids sold very nice stickers for a low price, which I can use for my cards and journals; perhaps I'll get lucky again. Most of the stuff are mathoms anyway - I'm fairly certain that they sometimes unknowingly buy things they've sold a year or two ago. *g*
