A day's 9-5 followed by a school parents' evening (sprung on me at the last minute by Viola-Kid, who had planned my evening without telling me!) - and I'm knackered. I can't quite understand how I was out of the house a little less than 12 hours and am now too tired to do some decent work on my thesis. What a wimp!
We have a quiet, diligent, hard-working, high-achieving 12 year old who needs to work on his presentation and organisational skills - ie showing us the homework diary and reading log that we're supposed to sign every week ... uh, right!
Saxophone-Kid had his own excitement this evening - his first music festival. I'm told he played well - and was furious not to come first! Life's a bitch, isn't it?