Permission to have a MASSIVE grumble? Look away now if you're averse to swearing.
So school's out for 2 weeks, but bloody Easter's right in the bloody middle, along with my mum's birthday, so cue massive family gathering, at which, conveniently, we can Spill The Beans About the Bean, so it's not all bad, but the downside of Easter being where it is (ie slap bang in the middle of the 2 weeks), is that DH and I cannot just fuck off somewhere for 2 weeks together, away from the world, and do some climbing and walking and mountain-y stuff, which is what we would have dearly loved to do.
So, cue plan B, in which we fit in 2 shorter trips way during DH's 2 sets of off-days (he works shifts) and attend the Easter family gossip-and-bitch-fest gathering in the middle. So his first set of off-days is Monday to Thursday this week. And the weather, which has been lovely for the last 2 weeks while I have been stuck in the hottest classroom in the world, has now crapped out. And will remain crapped out until Wednesday. We have to be back on Thursday afternoon for a scan. Fuck and bollocks and shite. 
I'm so miserable about it that I can't be bothered to do anything at all now. Had grand plans to go into town today and Get Stuff That I Need, and also have list as long as my arm of schoolwork to be done (planning, test analysis, report writing) and I could usefully use these days to do that and free up the later part of the holiday, but all I want to do is sulk, strop and feel sorry for myself.
Sorry, rant over :( And I know, I know, I'm being self indulgent and should snap out of it and count my blessings that I have 2 weeks off work, whatever the weather.
Miserable grumpy cow, 36, 11+6, DC#1