I was gonna Anna Paquin the HELL out of 2017! It was my year! I was ready! Yep! Nothing could stop me!
I may have eaten a little bit too much chocolate over the Christmas holidays. I was probably asking for trouble.
It wasn’t long before things got a bit tough.
The Hubster found himself out of work for three months. We survived on my wage as a full-time Teaching Assistant and the last of our savings. And our overdraft.
Work got hard for me. I was working at least as many hours at home, unpaid, as I did at school. I simply couldn’t do my job to my satisfaction within my paid hours. And I’m a bit of a perfectionist, so I didn’t take the advice of EVERYBODY: “You’re a TA, not a teacher, ease up on yourself.”
My 25-hour working week turned into a 50-hour one.
(is there ever any reason NOT to add a Dean Winchester meme in?)
Bujo-ing, blogging, organising came to a standstill.
After breaking down several times in the Deputy Head’s office, I had to reduce my hours. By the time we crashed, exhausted, into the summer holidays, I knew I couldn’t carry on doing the afternoon work I was doing. I was heading down the black hole of frequent and debilitating anxiety attacks.
So in September, I went back to mornings only, and rediscovered my love for the job! Yes, I still do additional unpaid hours, but nothing compared to what I was doing before. I also started working with an amazing coach, but I’ll get to that another time. (She’s incredible. I think she may have saved my life. She certainly saved my sanity, whatever’s left of it.)
So I find myself with a little more time, a lot more energy, and a desire to get writing about my life in this kitchen… (even my computer is out here now!) Who knows, I may even get properly organised!
Hang around, maybe?