Sitting on the couch with my wet hair wrapped in a towel turban, I'm wondering when I lost it. I used to be able to get up at six in the morning, drive a quarter of the way down the country, play in the snow for hours then head back and go out with friends until four in the morning. Now I make it til the end of the day at work, come home and cook dinner and maybe do a load of washing. When did I start feeling so old?
I think part of it is my profession. Being a teacher makes it so hard not to care. The kids can be absolute mongrels and you still hope that you can do something to make them into decent people. You never stop managing their behaviour and hoping that one day they will shock you and manage it all by themselves. You take the small wins as your reward.
Part of me really hopes that I'm struggling because I'm not over my cold... cause at least that means I'm going to feel better next week. Right now I'd settle for not feeling so achey and worn at the end of the day. Hoping this weekend gives me the rest I need to make myself feel normal again.