The weight of my workload has been lifted from my shoulders since the craft fair finished and my colleagues were kind enough to buy some of my goods from the staff room. I am nowhere near as stressed out as last week because I have all the time in the world to finish my marking. It is looking more and more likely by the day that if I stick to my schedule, I'll have a very small amount to mark over the Christmas holidays. The sense of achievement is immense. Not sounding very rant like? Well it's coming, I promise!
Last week you had tales of the washing machine and the incompetent warranty (it was more riveting than I just made it sound...well hopefully). Anyhoo, this week I'm ranting about the top five things you do NOT want to happen before Christmas, but for some unknown reason always do. Can you guess which of these happened to me this week?
1. Just at the moment when you are carrying the most food/drink/heavy presents, your bag handle snaps and you end up scattering goods (usually inconvenient rolling items like potatoes) all over the floor.
2. Your car breaks. It's a major repair. It's also obviously the time of year when you tax your car....so there's the December going out and festive shoe budget out of the window. You also have not been food shopping, so you enjoy your dinner of cold sausages and cereal while watching cookery shows, like a puppy scratching at a window.
3. You wear fabric shoes, inspired by the sunny, yet crisp weather, only to find that when you get to your destination, the car park is flooded, the heavens have opened and you look like an unprepared tool. (O.K...so this isn't universal...)
4. You invite people to stay over Christmas time. In your excitement you realise that every cupboard you open is full to the bursting and that you might actually die of embarrassment at the state of them, or worse accidentally kill your guests with an avalanche of books. The only resolution involves HOURs of cleaning. Jingle Balls!
5. You desperately try and find out who is going to the Christmas parties you are invited to, but there is no subtle way of asking without making it exceedingly obvious that you are basing your decision to go on their actual response. So you end up at all of them, in order that no offence can be taken by any of them. All of the while, you are considering how you will find the time to clean out those blasted cupboards.
I love Christmas. This week though, it's enough to make me say 'Bah Humbug' - which is fortuitous as I am in the staff panto this year...and it's 'A Christmas Carol'. Loving my part, but it's top secret. I've I told you, Santa would have to put you on the naughty list. Obviously.
Want to air the cobwebs of your discontent? (That's rant basically) then come and join me over at Cocalores where we are really starting to love a little moan!