A thought…
Why is it that on the first day of any break you are still awake at silly o’clock, got so much to do, and still absolutely exhausted? Where dentists and opticians and doctors and hairdressers and appointments with a whole range of different professionals take place, simply because we are too guilty or conscientious to ask for time off for our own health. The eternal question really, when we are at our lowest energy and really ought to be resting in order to get through whatever the next half term throws at us, we snow ourselves under with: appointments and chores and visiting and thinking about work and trying not to think about work and feeling guilty about doing so, including those students we always worry about, and our own family need us and older parents need us and partners need us. It all can get really overwhelming. Sometimes I just need me. The first morning of any holiday I always put in the family diary mummy’s disappearing time. I don’t literally disappear although it