Last week, on the wind-down now surely. Then the call comes, bloody Ofsted have decided to pay us a two-day visit with two weeks to go until we break up. Fine, we get through it alright, and it mostly passed me by as I work PT and wasn't actually in. Nothing like the big O to make the six weeks feel further away than ever though!
Let's have a nice chilled out weekend to recover from the shock and stress. Oh no, thinks toddler, absolutely not! I shall fall flat on my face and knock two teeth loose! Miserable poor little baba all weekend, emergency visit to the dentist yesterday.
Surely now we're truly inching closer to the end, and my parents are visiting from abroad, yay! Of course this has to coincide with the end of our 8-month D&V free streak, and I've just celebrated their arrival by depositing my dinner in the toilet...
And the best bit? I still have a fucking WEEK to go until we break up!!! Couldn't write this shit, honestly!