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Date: 01 January 1970 00:59:59
Well, today has been a lovely day, to make up for the utter grottiness of yesterday. Yesterday had one highlight and many lowlights! :-S (the highlight being Smudgelet's cry of "Mummy, are those fairies dancing in the garden?" when he saw the minute-long swirl of snowflakes which graced this corner of the world for mere seconds before disappearing without trace.)
Today started with no need for a lie-in and a sense of being ready to face whatever the day wished to throw at me. From the moment I got up I found myself sweeping through the house in a flurry of motivation to do housework. Now where did that come from, and can I bottle it? The ridiculous thing is, once I get started, I actually enjoy it... it really raises my spirits to see the place as clean and sparkling as anywhere can be that has 2 children, 2 cats and a working mum to contend with. Sad really... or is it a sign I'm getting old?
Highlight of the day was the Covenant service at the local Anglican church rather than my own Methodist church some distance away. This is always my favourite service of the year, with beautiful liturgy providing the vehicle for some pretty hefty promises and dedications. This year we used the New Methodist Service Book version - first reaction was that I didn't like the changes in the words, though the meaning was the same - until something suddenly touched a nerve and I found myself crying as I prayed with even more understanding than ever before.
Communion was great - very personal, although performed with slightly more "rite" than I am accustomed to. It was nice to have the choice of two chalices, one with non-alcoholic wine.. especially with Tiddles taking communion.
The only slight issue I would have raised about the service was the definition of All Age Worship. My two are very good in church, but for my little one the worship was hardly inclusive. I wished I'd taken him a book or some colouring to do as and hour and half was a long time for a little one to be quiet and still and patient... though he managed it!
My sister and brother in law brought my Dad home today after his stay with them since Christmas. It's lovely to see him... I found it quite difficult to leave him at his house and bring the boys home to get ready for an early night before school.
School starts tomorrow. I am a bit nervous, needless to say, after six months away. How will the kids react to my return; how hard will it be to win their trust again, to get to know the new classes; will all my resources be where I left them; will the children and I remember the routines; will I get on with the new staff; and most importantly, will I be able to sort out the mis-communication with my boss which has led to me being given fewer hours than I can actually afford to work? Agggh! But I am looking forward to seeing old friends, drinking coffee in the staffroom, catching up on how the children have grown and (hopefully) matured, and having my routine and challenge restored.
If I survive it, I may even Wiblog it!