My last post was happily about the pleasures of running holiday programmes. But the next week turned into a nightmare, at least where time was concerned. I was working nine hours a day, coming home and sorting out my kids, cooking dinner, and then spending two or three hours more preparing for the next day. No time for reflection, writing and posting my thoughts.
But I thoroughly enjoyed the experience. I had marvellous staff who looked after the children, and kept them busy and entertained. The kids themselves were lovely, though working on the programme did confirm that I have no wish to be a teacher or other form of child-carer, at least, not for more than a very few children. Our kids are so sweet and naïve, and there is no serious misbehaviour. They aren’t even particularly cliquey.
So back to normal this week - I can think beyond what snacks I need to feed kids at 3pm, and having to buy prizes for the Talent show.