Holy crapballs Batman!

I’ve already written this blog once, but I made the stupid mistake of doing it on my phone late last night using the crappest blogging app out there – Blogpress. I should have known better, I’ve been stung by Blogpress before. Oh sure, it acts all nice and pally, like it’s your best friend and would never do anything to hurt you, then before you know it instead of publishing your blog like it said it has done, it’s just sent it off into the ether never to be seen again. I imagine my blog is currently shooting around inside the cables of the internet, like the time travelling bits in Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure. According to the Blogpress feature list it does ‘Support Draft Auto Saving: saving writing text every minute to iTunes shared document folder, easy to recover if app quit abnormally’. So even if we ignore the badly written English for a moment, it would seem the app developers have a different definition of ‘easy’. For me, having to boot up my netbook, sync my phone to iTunes only to discover that all that’s saved is a blank text file, isn’t exactly ‘easy’. Especially not at half past midnight when I should have been asleep.

But I didn’t come to tell you about that, I came to tell you about the big moving in day.

Last night was the last night I’m going to spend alone for a long time, for the foreseeable future, or at least until the boy goes for his first visit back to Manchester without me. Rest assured I made the most of it by star-fishing myself across as much of the bed as I could manage. I still can’t quite believe it’s happening to be honest. Even though in a few hours the boy will be setting off from Manchester and will turn up tonight with a van full of stuff, I can still see me turning to him on Sunday and absentmindedly asking ‘So what time is your train home?’. I know it’s going to take a while to get used to living together full time after six months of only weekends and holidays. I know it’s going to take a while to establish our own domestic routine. It’s going to be a bit of a squeeze in my wee flat until we can put the master plan in action and hopefully buy a house in the summer, but for now it’ll do just fine. To paraphrase Han Solo: I’ve got a good feeling about this.

And finally, in a brief update of other news…

  • School is still really hard work. I had two days off this week with some sort of coldy/fluey/buggy thing which basically manifested itself as exhaustion and a really really bad headache. But I’m back now, and next week I get two days off in what passes for half term around these parts. The kids are still badly behaved and sometimes I still don’t know what to do about it, but I spoke to my mentor and some of the other teachers and I know I’ve got the support out there that I need. I’m still not enjoying myself a great deal but I haven’t cried in over two weeks and I don’t feel as overwhelmed by it all as I did a few weeks ago. So things are improving, slowly.
  • The weight loss/management is going fairly well. I managed to lose the weight I put on over Christmas and my weight has been fairly stable since then. I’ve been doing a lot more exercise since Christmas (well until the last week when I’ve been ill) and I’ve been eating sensibly too (again until the last week when I’ve had a bit of an illness and PMT fuelled chocolate meltdown). But I’m doing OK. I’m not beating myself up about what I’ve eaten. I’ve done it now so there’s no use worrying. And as long as my one pair of size 10 jeans still fit me, I’m happy. I’m just hoping that my efforts to demonstrate my domestic godessness to the boy (starting with baking oat & raisin cookies tonight) doesn’t send us both to hell in a handcart.

And really that’s it. That’s where I’m at right now. I’m looking forward to lots of weekends at home, not having to spend 9 hours of my weekend on a train, and generally just getting used to my new life of domestic bliss.

(Don’t worry I’m sure I’ll be back in a few weeks ranting about the lights being left on, wet towels on the bed and someone never remembering to buy milk.)