Summer sucks when you are working at an English Language School.
Any resident of Brighton will tell you about the number of students that seem to spring up from nowhere in July and then suddenly vanish again in September. I am sure we are the only industry in the world that wishes away the summer! I moan, I complain, and I swear ALOT.
Summer…well, not so much summer but stress and me really don’t work well together. Probably a stupid thing to say as I am sure if doesn’t work well with most people. I go a bit weird. I leave that positive happy bubbly lass in June and then the snappy, mean, unhinged lass comes out for a few weeks. I am not the me that looks for the happy in her week, but the me that launches a massive strop at any sign of things going slightly off course from how I planned them.
ALAS… I am now at the treading water stage of the summer and now with my head above the waves I feel like myself again. At the end of last week something seemed to just suddenly click and it was ok again. I stopped freaking out over everything and everything seemed a bit more manageable.
So here we are, back at the blog, and I hope to have things back up and consistently running as before! I have neglected you for my blankie and a glass of red and I am sorry.
Small disclaimer – we are not out of the danger zone completely yet, not only is work busy but there is some other bits in my life going off at the moment, which I am not going to discuss on this somewhat public forum yet…. but in time my pretties…. in time… but there might be some more stress… but exciting stress. I hope. Ha!