Another holiday down

This time last year I was counting down the days until leaving this profession.  Now I'm counting down the days until summer.

Always counting.
Counting down to the end of the day. Counting down to the end of the week.
Counting down to summer.

It's sitting there wishing life would flash by. 
And I'll be counting on until retirement.

But there's more to life than that.  There's houses and babies and good times but most importantly LOVE.

It's only today that I've brushed that cloak of depression off and realised how sunny life can be.

Let's hope the feeling lasts...

2013-2014

2013 has to have been the best year of my life.

I fell in love.  The man I fell in love with fell in love with me.
I got my own car.
I got a proper job.
I went on holiday with the man I love.
I finally told my parents about the man I love.
I kicked the drinking, but piled on the weight.
I've laughed more than I've cried.

It has been the perfect year.

New years resolutions for 2014:

• Get fitter
• Save money for a house.
• Get job satisfaction.

No offense, but I think you're just having an anxiety attack.

Nice to know that when you've been feeling like crap for a long time.  That when you've had the need to vomit and retch for many years, and that when you finally turn up to the doctors they diagnose you with 'anxiety'...

Right.  So if my job wasn't as stressful enough my bodies decided that it wants me to face an even more stressful time.

It wasn't just the fact that it's anxiety I'm suffering from but the fact that the doctor said 'it's just in your head, it's just psychosomatic'.  Thank you.  Why can't my brain just give me a helping hand and flip the switch to having a happy time and a relaxed time.  Instead it's causing my body to just throw up every time I feel just that slight twinge of discomfort.

This news to me suggests that I need to get out of this job.  Stat!

Beautiful melody.

Hand me a time travelling clock

Sick of feeling so mournful, wanting to travel back in time, wanting to travel forward in time.

I should wait patiently.

I should wait patiently as this might be the first time in my life that I don't care about the concept of time really.  Because every moment is a happy moment, I just have more happier moments than just 'happy' moments.  Doesn't matter if I travel backwards or forwards in time.  I'm still happy.

Subtract work, subtract family = One blissful girl.

Here's the tale of the best few weeks I ever had.

And the start of what is probably going to be a heart attack...

So schools over for Summer, and despite the mountain of paperwork, planning and resource making that I have to do for this September, I decided to have a life.  I feel I deserved it.

That life started 21st July when my boyfriend was finished for his two week holiday which meant, ROLL ON WEDNESDAY!

Tuesday was a horrid affair which mainly consisted of food at our favourite Italian, before heading home for 8 to get some sleep before our very early morning wake up call at 2 o clock.  Why so early? I kept saying.  "I need a shower and we need to get to the airport for 4!"
"But why? We don't fly until 7.40!"
"I booked the carpark for 4-4.30" *cry*

The inevitable need for sleep was washed over by the fact that it was still bright daylight outside and it's impossible to sleep so early.  It is even more impossible to sleep when your boyfriend keeps giggling and poking you ('why are you giggling?', ' just thought it would be funny if I got to sleep before you and my snoring kept you up', 'well I'm awake now again so you succeeded without that!!'.  Roll on midnight, 4 hours of trying, one disturbance to shave his back (urgh), and we're finally sleep...until "LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE!!!!" - his alarm goes off.  2am. FML. You get up, I'm staying in bed.

Not a pretty sight at 2am.

Boyf gets out of shower, slowly gets ready, where I'm sat, head in hands, make up semi-plastered on my face, contacts shoved in, clothes thrown on, and lolling about waiting for him. "I hate you for waking me up all night!" "I love you dear" "Hmmmm ¬_¬ love you too".

It's okay though because necking the Relentless (him the Red Bull) and we're flying down the emptiest roads I've ever seen, listening to 80s music and our song, singing along and finally getting excited.

Funny how airport security are allowed to
leave our baggage unattended.

Airport!

Straight through the doors, to the terminal, checked in, to security and to the gates.  And the waiting started.  Burger King with the lust for Budweiser with it (why only airports?!), sitting watching flights, shopping in the deceptively cheap stores in the departure lounge.  Then the call. YES YES YES.  Finally!

To the Gate, through the Gate, onto the plane, and away.  As easy as 1,2,3.



Flight went over quickly with me in subsleep, lolling on his shoulder or attempting to complete a puzzle book.  The boyf spontaneously laughing at his comedies with his ear plugs in looking rather mental.

Touchdown, and it's the smoothest touch down we've ever experienced.  But we're here, in sunny sunny Spain!  A completely wasted shuttle bus for 50metres, and we're collecting out bags and out to the transfer when we meet, not for the first time, the queueing habits of other people.  WE WERE FIRST IN LINE! STEP ASIDE...last ones on the bus :(.

Some more sleepy times on the way over and finally, hotel!  We were greeted by Spanish speaking staff but fast check in, to the room.  OH MY, THE ROOM!

Having been a self-catered hotel only before, each room came with its own sofa room, double balcony and kitchen!  So much space!!

We unpacked, showered etc and then walked around, finding that the beach was literally a short walk away from the hotel, with plenty of shops and restaurants around (that we won't need, I reminded him, as we're all inclusive!).  That night we discovered the horrendous quality of the hotel food, and decided to escape for a bit to a near by pub, an earlish night ready for the beach the next day.

Only I could have slept all day!  Noticing how quick the poolside sun lounges were taken up, we escaped to the beach where we discovered the lovely past time of koala-ing.  The act of one standing in water while the other hugs on to other one as if they were a tree.  This is the position we stayed in for most of the holiday.

The rest of the holiday, with the odd few walks here and there, can be summed up in my pictures on facebook.  However, it's safe to say it was the best time of my life, and it made me realise something else.  That I am still utterly in love with the boyf, have been for months now and the feelings just haven't changed.  And we can live with each other without a problem, even having lived together past the holiday and until now while his parents have been away.

Oh and the heart attack thing...that's just me pigging out on crap and enjoying myself while I can before the onslaught of the months and year ahead.

The very mysterious incident of the bin bag in the night

So I have finally finished my (second) degree.  Done, dusted, vamoosed!  In fact over the last few weeks some big changes have happened.

I have gone from not having a car to having a car (and consequently crashing said car into a curb at 40mph having been staring at the gears when trying to put it into reverse...numpty) and thus dented the wheel, followed by having to get an urgent kick start to my car when the battery completely failed to started at all.  I mean I know I'm lazy, but not to turn on when asked, that's just pure laziness...

In that last few weeks I have also finished the last few legs of my course.  To be honest with you I'm still shattered over it.  It's like some never ending blanket of tiredness that just can't be eradicated, no matter now much I sleep or lie around.

However, the greatest thing was that I now have a job.

Yes I hated the course.

I hated the teaching.

I certainly hated the planning.

And I don't really like the children.

But I have a job as a teacher.

What is more shame faced is the bold lie I told in front of 215 something kids when I was asked 'did I always want to be a teacher?'.  While my brain screamed NO! YOU STILL DON'T! My face did this oddly thing and creased into a smile, and my mouth opened, my tongue  moving and the words came out 'Yes, I always did'...Oooh the lies!

But yush I now have a job.  I have a job that is going to lead to another yeah of paramount exhaustion, of no life, and possibly kids with snot dripping from their nostrils..

When I was there for interview there was nothing quite like feeling 'well these aren't my kids'.  Because I have got sooo accustomed to those I'm currently teaching, that I do actually (and unbelievably) miss them.  I just won't miss the work load...

So yes that's my life for the last few weeks, and that holiday to Majorca which I never did get the chance to come back to, is ever approaching :)

But about the mysterious bin bag I hear you calling?  Having scanned the text and heard no word of it so far..

Well yes, as I was driving home, I swerved to miss, not only my dad's car, but a black cat.  Or so I thought.  Getting up close with the lights on I noticed it wasn't a black cat but a black bin bag.  A black bin bag that suddenly attracted the attention of an enormous fat white cat with brown patches on it's ear.  It was staring at the said bag as much as I did.  A black bin bag, the size of a standard carrier bag, tied up with a yellow elastic band, seemingly dumped in the middle of the road.  This bag must have carried some weight, because in the heavy wind it didn't so much as wave.  And the white cat got off it's bottom and headed over to it, staring and scratching at it, thinking it's going to attack.

Having had a history of interest in serial killers and murderers, what do you think I thought it was?  A severed head.  Abandoned in front of my dad's car in the middle of the night and in the middle of the road.  

However, the next morning I found that it had been pulled to the path and shredded,..it's contents unable to be diagnosed.  So whether there is someone out there missing a head or a few fingers... I'm sorry, the cat got it...  On the other hand, I'm hoping that this was nothing but my vivid imagination and that was just someone's fish and chip papers...