The thing is, I am best at my job - best able to teach children with enthusiasm and passion and energy and drive - when I am rested and refreshed, full of new ideas and new experiences, of new books and new things to share.
DH describes teaching as 'the ultimate compressed hours job'. During term time, I live it, breathe it, work ridiculous hours and spend 6 days a week at it, worry about the vulnerable, fight for what the SEN deserve, puzzle about how to engage the disengaged.
But to do this, I need to have some time to rest and recharge. I am really aware that this pandemic year, with so much online teaching, and so much planning, worry and re-planning during holidays, I have trudged along. The hours are longer, more relentless and less rewarding. Constantly climbing a long hill in 3rd gear, rather than scaling a mountain and then spending time to look at the view at the top. I have done a good job, within the constraints, but not a great one, because I do not have any more in the tank to give.
I will need this summer, if I am to continue to be a great teacher next year.