I was fool to think that I could balance first year teaching and art and friends and lover and family and breathing time.
Holy crap.
My time is non-existent, and the few times that it's been relatively cruisy I've been as sick as a dog, so I just end up passing out, waking, realise that I have to go back to school to begin another day.
This does not mean I am not enjoying my job, it's just an extremely huge adjustment to make after 5 years of relative slackness.

I miss sleep-ins.
(my body wakes up of it's own accord at 6am)
I miss spontaneous delicious-food-making frenzies.
(I live off Up n' Go now.)
I miss sneaking over to besties house for ninja coffee and bikkies.
(I haven't seen my poor man for weeks and weeks)
I miss not having to cram all my socialness into one day/night.
(still work to be done on the weekend!)
I miss being able to spend a day covered in paint.
(too much to do~! must rush, must wash, must tidy, recover from the week of dumping crap by my bed and crashing)
I miss Saturday just being another day.
(having weekends is just plain odd. Still.)
I miss not being able to go to the shops in my grungiest gym clothes without fear of being 'spotted'.
(Kids take great pleasure in telling me "I saw you at the SHOPS miss. You looked stuffed." At least they're honest.)
I miss my immune system.
(I have never been so sick as oft as I have been in these past three months.)
I miss mid-week glasses of wine with my parents.
(I am no longer awake when the plonk is cracked open.)
I miss swearwords.
(I REALLY do.)

However, I do like having money. That is a nice thing.


sigh.

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