Easter, not Easter

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I cannot remember a least eastery Easter even though I did a whole load of Easter egg activities with various groups of children. I mean I loved doing it, but that burst, that start which Easter usually gives me... it isn't there. Just, you know, this whole year has been like that. 

I do think it has to do with the laying down of the baton and it will be three days before I feel anything again. 

Whenever this happens, usually at the end of term, I feel bereft and empty. I think I am a spiritual basket case and I think that I will do nothing worthy between then and now. Then, somehow, I will get up again and I will be fine, I will be once more, ok - once more back to myself. Feeling great about life in general.

It feels like I still have so much to do. Especially around myself and right now all I do is watch TV and stay on my phone. I have a garden to sort. That said, I DID sort the garage and the Forest School equipment. So that's good.

What else has taken place? Not mch else really. I feel v spaced out. Apparently I need to now give up coffee and alcohol to stop the brain fog. I think I'll do that for this week. Just to see where it takes me. To have more energy. I also get all kinds of pains in my legs and back now after a long day's work. Usually pretty hard labour. Apparently this is normal.

But yes, after forest school and I did forest school non stop for three days and then after that 3 hours after. People think oh they are paying for the time we do the forest school. Not so. There is so much prep that goes into forest school. Thinking about the children and how they will react to work. Giving them something they are interested in. 

The good thing though is that the no eating for 12 hours is going well. I think the way it is working out is I eat 4 times a day - every three hours in small amounts, and then nothing after 6 pm - sometimes it can be 8 pm. But it does make me feel better. Not randomly eating crap just because I'm bored. Plus I've noticed I am literally not hungry at all. It is just boredom. It also prevents me from eating in an abent-minded fashion - which is what I seem to do now. Honestly I am quite worried about dementia. 

I need to book a hair appointment. It needs cut. And Ghin needs to renew his passport. Right...

So list time again...

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