Sleeping

I was incredibly tired on New Years eve, which I put down to too much partying. We'd been up late talking to a houseguest the night before, then I'd been trampling the streets of York all day.

It didn't seem to pass though. Still hasn't. And now I have a temperature and a lot of pain. The boy isn't too well either.

I'd been blaming myself for my tiredness. I should have more energy, I should be able to get up early...maybe I'm just well out of touch with my body somehow.

The girls have still done some work. I feel the need to share that, there's always the fear there that somebody's judging me, thinking I get nothing done! We'll do a little bit more this afternoon.

While I'm on the subject of feeling judged, my house isn't really the best for this life. I love my new village, I really do. But they just don't 'get it' with home education. And I live just in front of the nursery, and you can see all the way through my house from front and back. I also really love my greengrocer, but I hear from her, via the nursery folk, when we haven't had our curtains open early enough!

I wouldn't go back to my old house for anything, but I wish I could wheel this one a little further down the road. Just a hundred metres would make a world of difference!

That still wouldn't solve the fact that I like making friends with people here in the village, yet because of that they knew when I was going away a whole lot in the summer, and commented that we don't get enough done. Oh dear. Yes, I did go away a lot, I won't be lucky enough to be away that much again. But I think the kids are ok really, they got quite a lot out of our trips, most of which were with other people.

Ok, enough complaining. I love the village really, don't ever want to leave it. Just need to adjust, and develop a thicker skin.

And forgive myself for the occasional day when I'm genuinely not well.