Losing the plot

Over the past few days, I've got appointment times wrong. I've mislaid my wallet. I've left my office key at home. I've prepared lessons, then forgotten that I'd prepared them and redone them. I've gone to the cupboard to make dinner and found that the pasta I was sure was there was not there.

Even by my standards, this is ridiculous.

Either I have early onset dementia or - probably more likely - I currently have too much on my plate. Work is hectic. I'm teaching two subjects, plus I have key skills people to take care of this year (don't ask, it's boring - and time-consuming). Then there's all the admin that goes along with the pastoral side of teaching. The forms! The letters! The interim report data entry! Plus the dreaded PGCE work. Assignments, lesson observations, reflections on lesson observations... I feel weak and a touch panicky even thinking about it.

I just keep telling myself, if I can only get through this year, life will get easier.

On the plus side, the children are all in happy phases which makes life much easier. Of course they too add to the hectic-ness of life. But in a good way.

It's supposed to rain this weekend, and I have (as usual) a ridiculous amount of work to do. But, Bobby and I planning a date-night for tomorrow, so that'll lighten the gloom. Can't wait!