It's Canapes O'Clock...

Funny old day today. I had to be up early for dance at 10am. If it takes you nearly 2 hours to get straight in the morning then it put's you up at 8am. On. A. Sunday. Ouch.

The heating clock seemed to have mysteriously jumped an hour ahead in the night, which left me panicking a little about what time it actually was. In contrast to last Sunday, it was pissing it down this morning, which made for a depressing start. And, well, it kind of got worse from there!

Had a horrible lesson. For an hour as well. I don't pick things up quickly, and the routine I learned last week I was expected to know by heart. Uh uh. Cue the lecture about focus and negative attitude- I've heard it many times before! What I always forget is how negative that makes you feel. I'm a teacher of a class of 30, and although you try your best, in that large group some always get the rough end of your tongue, usually through stress and everybody needing something from you at once. It actually feels pretty rubbish to hear the things that you aren't doing well, and I gotta tell you, it makes you not want to try. I hope I remember this feeling tomorrow when I'm teaching :-) It's just a blip, but very disheartening. I get all flustered and don't know the right answers- the more someone demands an answer the more you really can't think of one! I hope our next lesson is better. Yes I do get nervous and worry that it's going be wrong, but I am 30 years old not 5, and feel about that age while being told off! And for all this I paid £36....

Anyways. Swung by Sainsburys to grab the bits that aren't available on line, then home to relax for a bit. Big family drama about booking flights for the summer- not exactly sure what's going on anymore! Went back to dancing in the afternoon for the school meeting. The teachers were giving out awards for pupils that had improved/raised their game at finals. I just had this feeling I might have to get up, and consequently wasn't really listening to the names being called, for fear I might have to get up. I wasn't wrong. Turned out the school Principal nominated my partner and I for improving loads, and for getting out on the floor and really dancing well at the finals. I was pretty mortified but pleased as well. I think they may have just felt sorry for us, but I'd like to think that they really did feel that way :-)

This weekend has been funny. It could have been great, but it wasn't. But I think it's more that I decided it was going to be rubbish. It proves that if you look hard enough, you really can find reasons to be sad. I hope the same can be said for the opposite!