Alive and Functioning

Coming back to work after a holiday, or a break of any kind, is always difficult, borderline painful. Having to set the alarm, get up after the alarm, and then make your way to work at such an unreasonable time of the morning (even though it really is reasonable it’s just the holiday mode brain thinking that way), is a physically excruciating thing to do. Like it just hurts to be alive and functioning. Why must we be employed?

UGGGGHHHH!!

So, I just had the school holidays off work; that's two weeks of rest time. As a swimming teacher, most of that time is spent cleansing the skin and hair and trying to get rid of the permanent chlorine smell and feel that follows you around like a sad cloud. And normally this is achievable. By the end of the two weeks you are almost back to your bodies default setting...but then, of course, you have to get back in the water and everything is ruined again...

So much for that!

It wasn't a real holiday for me because I still had Uni classes during those weeks, but it was still nice to rest. I feel like such a child for complaining because I know that I am lucky to even get holidays...but still...I want to complain anyway...because I CAN!

The one thing I did enjoy about my first day back was my classes were really good, and my little babies were all happy to see me (adorable I know).  <3 One of my little ones was even talking! Nothing particularly interesting or that I could understand but it was progress and I always love to see the little ones grow up.

Oh well, it looks like it is going to be a long term...hopefully filled with more exciting stories for me to tell! J