Friday feelings

I made it. The end of a long teaching week, and what a relief it is to finally exhale. Today in school was one of those productive, satisfying days where things actually fell into place — lessons flowed, the children were settled, and the clock seemed to move just a little quicker. Then suddenly, it was that familiar feeling: a hop, a skip and a jump out of the school doors and straight into the weekend. That moment never gets old.

There are no big plans ahead, and that’s exactly how I like it. Just some pottering about days, a few taxi runs to gymnastics, and some therapeutic cooking — the kind where chopping, stirring and tasting feels oddly calming. Sunday will arrive soon enough, bringing with it the quiet pressure of planning for the week ahead in school, but that can wait. For now, relaxation is the way forward, and I’m giving myself permission to enjoy it without guilt.

The snow that was promised never arrived, so once again I find myself watching the weather forecast, half-hoping, half-waiting for it to appear. Maybe next time. Until then, it’s Friday feelings all the way — tired, content, and grateful to be exactly where I am as the weekend begins.