Woken up at 6am by our baby crying. My husband wakes up and takes her downstairs for breakfast, it’s his turn.
Woken up again at 7am by husband and baby returning to bed for morning cuddles. Prize myself out of bed for a shower at 7.30am and then wash hair etc. Brush teeth with daughter, although she spends most of the time sucking the bristles on the toothbrush!
Then begin the ‘routine’, moisturiser, mascara, blusher, deodorant. Blow dry hair and straighten hair (extra care taken today, had a haircut yesterday so unsure as to how it will sit). Get dressed and apply a waft of perfume.
Breakfast, get baby ready for nursery, husband has made sandwiches for us today. Then we all walk to work/nursery together.
Kiss baby goodbye at nursery door and arrive at work at 9am. This morning’s agenda includes creative problem solving training.
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| Sara's Desk |
My team and I have a good time making towers strong enough to hold marshmallow’s (more here) and using some creative techniques to expand our problem solving techniques.
Then quick trip into town on lunch, buy some board books for my daughter and look for a pressie for a friend of mine’s little girl who’s turning one this week. Can’t find a thing, so give up and go to M&S to buy some giant pretzels and some chocolate (yum yum).
Back to work, eat lunch at desk, this afternoon includes a probation meeting and a meeting with an academic who wants to discuss the digital presence of his research centre pages.
I then get an opportunity to go through my e-mails from the past two days (I take Tuesdays off as holiday to look after my little girl). These include the usual frustrations and referrals to my Manager for advice and guidance.
This takes me to 5pm, when I have to leave on the dot. Pick up my daughter from nursery and walk home. Literally walk in through the front door, drop the little one off with my husband, and pick up car keys, straight back out again. Drive across Plymouth to the edge of Dartmoor to see my therapist. This is my saving grace. I have been doing this for some months now, it keeps me sane. I think everybody should do this once in their life!
I make it home for 7.30pm. Speak to my Husband for 5 minutes before he goes to play tennis. I make some dinner for myself, eat that and sit down to write this.
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| Katie's Office |
9.20am is bed inspection, the girls all got 10/10 today because, well, they are nice kids and their room was pretty tidy. On the bus for 10am with mostly all the right stuff and settled into a 45 minute coach ride to the Peak District National Park. We pulled up and it was hammering it down with rain. Waterproofs on and we slogged up to the woods with our lunch, dumped the rucksacks and started off on our walk.
The Roaches is a grit stone formation that has been forced out of the ground. It is popular for walking and climbing and is really interesting for it’s geological features. We squeezed as much of this as we could into a relatively quick walk then retreated to the lunch area in the woods for some shelter. We ate our packed lunches in the rain, then the tell tale signs of cold children began as they zombie-like appeared one by one around our lunch area until we were surrounded.
Still raining we walked them up Hen Cloud, another rock formation close by and admired the beautiful, misty views. Here I was told that one of the girls with us had never seen a cow before! Where we were stood, way up high on a hill, used to be the bed of a massive braided river that covered the landscape as far as we could see and beyond. Today I learnt that you can tell which way the river flowed by the markings in the rocks; a new piece of information to pass on to future groups.
We slipped and slid down a muddy forest telling scary stories of children that got lost in the woods, then made our way back through the heather. Wild grouse cackled as we crossed the bog of doom, one of the boys made a run for it and plunged his foot into the muddy depths of the bog. His foot returned shoeless, no amount of foraging could retrieve it so he had to walk back half on the path half on the grass. Muddy and soaking wet we returned to the coach, the journey back was spent chatting about the day and making a quick birthday phone call to my Dad.
By 5pm I’m clean again and helping myself to some tea, always a choice of three dishes, always cooked for me, I just have to help wash up for 100+ kids afterwards. After eating I help serve pudding but particularly enjoy persuading the kids to have salad with their tea. Tonight I managed to persuade 15 out of over 100, it’s a tough job.
Time for a cuppa then I’m in the old surgery, serving tuck shop from a hatch in the games room with Miss Molly. A never-ending queue of kids buying sweets, key rings and slinkies. It’s actually quite fun and I snaffled myself a twix for my efforts. At 7pm Miss Molly heads off with a group of kids on a night walk and I am office bound printing certificates; this part of my job requires the most patience but I think it’s worth it.
By 9pm all the kids are in pyjamas and drinking hot chocolate, someone from another school has bullied one of my group, he’s crying in the staff room and I feel a sense of satisfaction as the perpetrator is told off. It’s funny how you get protective of the group you are working with.
At 9.30pm I make the short walk home, picking up my washing on the way, I get into my pyjamas and cuddle up on the sofa with Simon to watch the end of Xmen 2. I attempt to read my book but I’m too tired, bed by 10.30pm and straight to sleep.
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