I loathe alarm clocks that go off at 5 in the morning. I loathe having to crawl out of bed and get dressed at 5.01am. And more than anything, I LOATHE driving to the next town at 5.15am in dense fog at a snail's pace with no sign of the road at all. But I did all the above with a smile, albeit forced, to take David to school to depart at 6am on his Biology field trip. The one I am convinced is being held at a 5 star hotel in Yorkshire, given the cost of the 2 day trip. He and his ginormous wellies are there as I speak. And, please note and applaud with vigour, I LET HIM TAKE MY CAMERA. My camera and I are very attached. I am a star. No, make that a mother.
Why is it that boys as so unconcerned re the packing idea? Now, if it had been my daughter going on this trip, she would have been packed and ready and sorted a day or so in advance. David??? I gave in and threw all his stuff into the bag myself at 10 last night, always aware that I could be making a late night dash to Tesco to get the forgotten bits. He breezed past me at 10 and announced that he was off to bed. Packing? I suggested? I know where everything is, he replied. Men! To his future wife, one day in the far distant future, I say.... I tried! And failed, it seemed.
Work. I come home and I am drained, and I am not wildly enthusiastic, and I cannot forget the disquiet I have felt about taking this job. Something does not feel right, and I still have no idea what it is. The people seem nice, and the kids are not that bad, but there is still something there. I will wait and see, and decide by the end of the week. And I seem to attract inspectors. We are being "Ofstedded" on Thursday. Yesterday, there was an accident on the way to work and I arrived late. Not ideal for one's first day. I did wonder if that was another divine sign, I have to say. Today, I was so early, the school was empty when I arrived. And we have had fire alarms going off each day too. In the rain. So watch this space. I have no idea what I will do.