Le Weekend

In general, I don't work weekends.  Or, at least, that used to be the case!  Since September I think I've worked all of them - see previous worky-moany-whiny posts!  This week I decided I was going to have a weekend off.  The payback for the weekend was two really late nights this week, but I suppose you can't have your cake and eat it, or something...


When I first started teaching, I worked most weekends, sitting down on Sunday afternoon to plan lessons.  It made the whole weekend gloomy, because I knew there was work hanging over me.  About six weeks into my first job I somehow managed to be organised enough to not have to do this, and I had the most wonderfully fun-filled, carefree weekend.  I decided I'd never work a weekend again, and until this term, I stuck to that!  I suspected that this weekend would be a sort of a mini reproduction of the way I felt two and a bit years ago.  I wasn't disappointed.

Friday night I was utterly exhausted, and was contemplating getting in the car and driving to the nearest relatives to be fed, and given a nice warm bed.  Actually, I ended up staying at home simply because I was too tired to drive anywhere.  Drank half a bottle of wine, watched some telly, had an early night.  Not a particularly auspicious start to the weekend of joy, but it was nice, and I enjoyed having some time for me, just to reflect and switch off.

On Saturday I theoretically didn't have any plans.  I wondered about spending the whole day making quilts and writing for NaNo, but in the end decided that I'd be cross with myself if I didn't actually *use* this time!  Ended up going to the Oxford Munch, which was fun enough, and followed that up by going to Subversion.  (Thanks should go to the kind people who repeatedly shove me into their sofa bed so I don't have to brave the 6am Oxford Tube!)  I had lunch today with an old friend, and I'm now home, chilling out on the sofa, luxuriating in the knowledge that it's still only 7.20 and I still have time to paint my nails.

Subversion...was a lot of fun for me.  I think in part because I made the snap decision to go.  So it wasn't a 'highly anticipated for many moons' type outing, which is good, because I tend to over-anticipate anything fun I have planned.  I really enjoyed just seeing friends, and meeting people.  I was in quite a perky mood, so actually chatted and socialised - I can sometimes be prone to just wanting to curl up in a corner with a few good mates.  And I haven't laughed so much for a really long time, which was good for me.

I did play, in case you're wondering!  I discover that I'm not in the mood to write it up in a 'and then he did this, and then he did this' sort of way.  More interested right now in being happy about my weekend in general.  Maybe later.

Anyways, roll on work tomorrow.  This week is going to be hell, but I've already booked in another work-free weekend, in Bristol this time, so have something to look forward to.