Plates

I had to illustrate a post called Plates with a picture of some of my own pretty plates, right? These beauties are from West Elm, John Lewis, Monsoon, Laura Ashley, Marks & Spencer and one from my parents' wedding crockery. I love me some pretty plates!

Do you ever feel like sometimes you're trying to keep dozens of plates in the air? Like there's so much to do, and not quite enough time to do it?

Lately I've been feeling this, in a big way. I'm lucky enough to have a busy life (and lucky enough to have coffee and patience enough to whizz through said busy life), but this latest season is calling upon my inner acrobat a little. I've neglected my blog a fair amount, but one of the joys of having been in the blogosphere for over a decade means I'm well aware of the ups and downs of writing. With being back into full-time work (and what's more, full time work which I thoroughly enjoy), it's been the right thing to designate the blog to the backburner to simmer a while, whilst other more pressing tasks, activities and projects, from settling in with a new class, to helping backstage with the Year 3 play, to actually seeing my husband, have taken precedence.

So back to the plates. I like to think of each area of my life as a separate little plate, and one which I have to spin and keep in motion or it will falter and fall. Some plates are big and important - my job, my marriage, my home, my friendships. Some are smaller, but are shiny and beautiful and catch the light as they spin - these plates add so much to my life and are good for my health, my wellbeing and my soul. They include writing, blogging, exercising, cooking, walking, snuggling up with three very silly cats, reading and volunteering. Then there are the smaller plates, the ones which you can almost forget...until they threaten to fall.

We all have these plates. Yours might look very similar, or very, very different. But they will be there. This past few months, with a pretty big life change (from work at home writer and homemaker to full-time teaching is a big shift!), I've been working hard to keep the plates aloft, and I think I've managed it, for the most part.

All this to say, it's nearly Easter break, and I intend to do a good week of writing during the time off which is on the horizon. Brace yourself....blog posts are coming. I have holidays to recount, books to review, recipes to write up and so much to share.

But first, the end of term. And a jaunt to Italy. I'll see you soon, lovelies.
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100 Happy Days: Days 26 - 30


Home from our travels on Day 26.  Hey, kitties!


Day 26.  Setting the alarm for the next morning. Ooooooooof.



Day 27 I zipped away from the busy-ness of exam week for an hour or so to get a fresh haircut.  Perfect break.


Day 28 made me smile.  My class and I have an in-joke; if I'm ever called out to the hallway or changing room while we are in session, they know all our drills and also to come get me immediately if a man walks in with a million pound cheque for me.  I popped out to double check our music lesson times on the board next to our door and came back to tonnes of 'cheques' on my desk.  So cute! 


Day 29 was marking.  Lots of marking.


This little face did not  approve.


On day 30 Matthew and I took Kaz out for dinner to say thank you for kitty-sitting (we are so blessed to have her watch our monkeys when life takes us away for a few days!).


Kaz is such a cutie!


Hawksmoor steak = joy.  I don't think I'll ever tire of their ribeye!

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Blog Every Day In May: First Job



Today on BEDM we are writing about our first job.  I'm going to write about two - my first part-time job as a teen, and my first 'career' job, as a teacher.

My first paid job as a teenager was working in a greengrocers in my hometown.  For the princely sum of £2.15 an hour I arranged displays, sorted produce, greeted and served customers and got *amazing* arm muscles lifting sacks of potatoes (seriously, better than kettlebells).  I did it throughout my summer break and really enjoyed it.  There's something so cool about your very own pay packet - that weekly brown envelope was such a fun event.  £30!  Or £40!  Or £50!  Mine, all mine.  What to do?  Go to the movies, buy a present for a friend, catch the bus through to the *big* library?  (Seriously, I am a dyed in the wool nerd :)).  At the end of the summer I went back to school but I had such a fun summer working at the shop.

From there I had a variety of part-time (and often full-time during the vacations) jobs - babysitter, receptionist, daycare worker, waitress, barmaid, hotel monkey, day nanny, shopgirl, special needs carer.  Each and every one had good elements and parts I enjoyed less, but they taught me so much about work and life and just being decent.  Plus, they helped me to pay to live alongside the student loan while I was studying for my degree, so yay for work!

After uni I worked as a boarding assistant at a school before heading off to do my PGCE.  After qualifying, I got my first job, as a Year 3 tutor and KS2 teacher at a private school in Northamptonshire.  I had four very happy years there before London called me and I moved to my current job.  I'm now heading towards the close of my eighth year of teaching, and I'm one of those lucky/blessed/infuriating people who adores her job.  I truly have a vocation for what I do, and find my job intellectually stimulating, emotionally satisfying and  just tremendous fun.  I love my job 90%-95% of the time, and even when it's stressful or challenging, it's still worth it - I think if you can say that, you're doing the right thing.  I also think I'm very lucky because the holiday time gives me ample to to study up (another passion) and write (which I adore).

Looking forward to reading about everyone else's first jobs!
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Back

Back to school.

Back to work.

Back to counting points.

Back to not blogging in my PJs at 10.30 am.

Back to busy.

Back to the 5 am alarm.

But it's 57 days till Christmas....and 33 workdays until Christmas break.

And there's tonnes of fun, learning, events, cups of tea, volunteering and loveliness betwixt now and then.

Bring.

It.

On.

But first, an assembly in front of the whole school and all my colleagues.

Good grief - talk about straight in at the deep end!
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Girls Gone Wild: Cherie Blair Edition

Ah, the joys of being a woman.

 The rhymes would have us believe it's all sugar and spice and all things nice.  And yet, in the media, we love to tear strips off one another.  Whether it's Samantha Brick decrying the rise of ugliness (irony, thy name is the Daily Mail) or Cherie Blair criticising stay at home mums (yep, you read that right), it seems that every other week there's an article heaping scorn on a wide swathe of women.

Why on earth do we accept this?

No paper in its right mind would publish a story where a vastly wealthy man criticised any men who stayed home with their kids.  The cries of elitism and the folly of prescribing how another family are to go about their business would ensure any such arguments never reached the page.  It's also seen as a given, I think, that if a man criticises how another man works/ thinks / plays football, that's fair game.  But leave his family and home choices alone!

And yet, when it comes to a hugely wealthy and successful woman (who is married to a multi-millionaire) who chooses to criticise how other women raise their kids, it's front page stuff.  A few morsels of Blair's argument bear up, but what she fails to recognise is that how we parent is a choice.  And when we, as women, pass judgement on a fellow woman who is trying her utmost to succeed and live well, we reduce the sisterhood of feminism to rubble.  No longer fighting for a common cause (equality, quality of life, fair pay), it descends into a catfight.  Which is just what the media want.  The moment women start shouting and disagreeing and labelling one another in this way, the media can spin it.  The women involved become labelled themselves as 'shrill' (poisionous, insidious descriptor), and sneaky vocabulary about looks and desirability muddy the waters still further.

Here's the thing though.  I really don't care much how someone else raises their children.  Bar those who are abusive and neglectful, where quite rightly we should all (male and female) be concerned and alert, I don't think it's my job, or Cherie Blair's job, to criticise another family's set-up.  I have friends who have children they stay at home with.  I have friends whose kids are being brought up by nannies, alongside the parents.  I have friends who days after giving birth could not wait to get back to work and others who decided not to go back to work, throwing themselves into gymboree, finger-painting and the hard hard work of raising little people.  I have friends that have chosen not to have kids because they want the freedom, both financial and otherwise, of remaining a couple or a singleton.  I have friends who have delayed having children while they rock their career, and others who had babies early so they could carve out a career later, in their thirties and forties.

How dare Cherie Blair pass judgement on stay at home mums?  What on earth gave her the impression that this would be a good idea?  I agree, ambition is a good thing in a woman, but surely she recognises that each and every one of us has a right to choose the ambitions we pursue.  Why is wanting to stay at home with your children any less challenging and rewarding than working, working, working?  Don't get me wrong, I adore my job and definitely hope one day to be promoted/get a Masters/write a book, but if children come into the picture, I'll want to make sure I do my other job - being a mother - just as well.  Our work lives are getting longer and longer - if you're an amazing worker, a few years out of fifty probably won't leave that much of a mark.  And if they do, surely we should be calling into question a system of work where families 'get in the way' and look at reforming that, rather than taking pop shots at a certain group of the female population.  Also, what if you have a job you don't adore?

I get so weary of the week on week attacks.  Attack working mothers! Attack the stay at home mothers!  Attack the women who choose not have children!  Does anyone else find this as dull and unhelpful as I do?

I agree that the myth of having-it-all is just that - a myth.  However, who ever said that having it all was a good thing?  Surely the key is to choosing what you do want to have, and prioritising that?  For example, in an ideal world, Matthew and I would sit down to dinner every evening at 6, and spend the evening together reading, relaxing and watching Mad Men.  How often do we do this?  A couple of times a month, tops.  Because we're busy with work, friends, events....  As a young couple we're not expected to 'have it all' - we're expected to choose what we wish to prioritise.  Like grown ups.

According to Sheryl Sandberg (a woman I very much admire), there's no such thing as a work-life balance.  I would counter that there is, but again we have to be able to be flexible and the realise there's a flow to these things, a yin to the yang, to go all hippy about it.  There are weeks and months and sometimes years where work dominates, but the reverse is surely true?  Take exam week, a couple of weeks back.  I worked for about 94 hours, plus spending about 10 hours commuting.  Work dominated and rightly so.  Flash forward to next month, when I'm on summer break.  I probably do a maximum of thirty hours of work a week, tops.  That's the time for life and friends and reading to dominate.  Each of us, as humans, can choose what things we 'highlight' in our lives, and there's really no right or wrong.  Be a workaholic, stay at home, prioritise watching the West Wing....make a choice.  There is no 'right way'.

I'm aware there's a certain hilarity in writing a piece saying we shouldn't as women slate one another while discussing the views of other women, but I hope I've managed to be reasonable, accommodating, and anything but shrill.  Conversation (as in the Slaughter and Sandberg pieces) is a good thing.  Comdemnation, as in Blair's message for the stay at home mummies, is unhelpful and infantile, in my view.

Choose your own course, and don't let the media get you down!




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Reports season....


Ah, June.

There are so many things I like about June.

Picnics (when it doesn't rain).  A three day trip away with my class that is always hilarious.  Wimbledon.  Long summer evenings where it stays later longer and the temptation to linger over drinks, dinner, coffee sets in.  The alluring knowledge that summer break (more on which, soon!) is just around the bend, with its naps and adventures and lack of having to wear smart clothes.

However, as all teachers know, it's also reports season.

Now, exams I can take.

As much of a fan as I am of formative assessment (for those not submerged in the jargon of teaching, checking children's progress in a constant way, daily, weekly etc., and changing our planning and targeting to ensure the children learn well at whatever pace works for them), and while I believe dearly in ipsative assessment (you're only racing yourself!), summative assessment is part of life.  In every field, there will be an exam/final/interview/first date/presentation/test at the end of the road.  So I see why we teach the children how to do exams and as a class teacher I find them a useful tool (when used alongside an array of tools, naturally!).

But reports?

I know why they are useful, sure.  Well, I think I do, and I know parents appreciate the summing up of the year in plain old black and white.  However, as someone who emails/meets with her class parents pretty much weekly, or whenever it's required, it always seems like an odd time to write a tonne.  I'd rather write a nice letter to my boys and wish them well, offer some advice (listen more than you speak!  Keep being awesome!  Be a great friend!  Your nose is *not* a portable buffet!), but school requires that I write a report for each child to take home to his parents.

So write them I shall.

I'm a stickler for the rules.

36 English, 18 Maths, 18 History, 54 RS, and 18 'tutor'.  That is 144.  I have started them now, but know with exams up next week I'll have to add additional thoughts on their exam performance too.  I have plenty to say on their classwork and preps though, so it's worth making a start now.

These reports are due end of June.  I'd like them all inputted into our system by June 27th (bar the 'tutor' reports), and inputting takes a couple of days, so really my deadline is June 25th.

Today I wrote 9 maths reports, so I'm currently at 9/144.

It's going to be an admin heavy month!

Haha, back to the usual fun and games tomorrow here on Country Mouse In The City!
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On work


Such an inspiring man, and a truly sad loss.

I love this quote from Steve Jobs. It may well be my favourite. It ties in quite neatly with all that I believe in, work-wise. I very much believe that work is one part of your life, rather than your whole life, but like Jobs I firmly believe that you should choose something that inspires and moves you.

Here's my little work mantra:

Choose well.

Choose wisely.

Be open.

Give it all you have.

Don't be afraid of the hard work, the extra mile, the never-thought-of-before idea.

Learn.

Reflect.

Dream.

Be tenacious.

Listen.

Be willing to change.

Be generous.

Put yourself out there. Be brave.

Try something new.

Trust yourself.

Learn from others.

Praise.

Be responsible.

Laugh.

Invest.

Fear not the 7 a.m. start or the ten-thirty finish.

Appreciate.

Make mistakes.

Find solutions, not problems.

Stand up for yourself.

Advocate.

Communicate.

Love.

How about you?

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Things I like (parts 26 - 30) by Claire

26. Charlotte Hatherley. Such an underrated singer and artist. She's barely on youtube, but there's linkiness here.

27. Finally booking a haircut! Tonight, baby.

28. A tidy (well, tidier!) classroom - am looking forward to really sorting this next month over break!

29. Spring weather and lighter mornings.

30. The fact that Shona is coming to play in a matter of hours. :)

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