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Date: 16 June 2004 20:54:38
Back at work, and loving it! This part-time business is great because I can detatch myself from all the stress by thinking "The weekend starts on Wednesday night" and I get some time with just dad and some time to myself too. Greatly needed. And it was lovely to see my kids again. I think the most magic moment was when I walked out onto the playground on the first morning back to fetch my class in for registration. My little-tough-guy ne'er-do-well saw me and his face just lit up for a micro-second before he regained his composure and resumed his normal nonchalent but cheeky defiance. And I expect I did the same! OK, so I have a soft spot for my little renegades.
My year eights thought momentarily that I might have mellowed during my absence. But the cry soon went up "Oh no, she's back with a vengeance" followed shortly with "Homework? On your first day back? You're giving us homework? But we haven't had any for six months!!!" They love me really.
M and I were bemoaning the fact that we just couldn't break into the Tuesday night Aquafit sessions. You can't book more than a week in advance, but the people who go on the night book straight away for the following week and by the time you get through to reception, all the places are filled. M and I were both "keen" to go to a second session in addition to the one on Thursday afternoon (using "keen" in the loosest sense of the word, as in "feel we really ought to, we suppose" ). We should have kept our mouths shut really. The phone rang yesterday evening, just as we were sitting down to relax at the end of the day, to say that there had been two cancellations and we'd reached the top of the waiting list. Half an hour to quickly change and race to the pool and we were in before we could even think about what we were letting ourselves in for. And as we entered the building we were asked if we wanted to book up for the following week too, and we foolishly said yes. I ache. All over. Head to toe. I ache. Still, three people at work said I looked as though I'd lost weight (how wrong can you get?) so perhaps it was worth it. They also commented that I'd regained my "sparkle", which was rather nice.
With all this exercise, do you think I deserve some chocolate?