Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Finding that balance

Work is nuts as usual, though I've learned to take a step back and let the dice fall where they may (so to speak)

I try to finish my work before he reaches home, so that we can spend some time together before our batteries both run flat. This means I need to be better at managing my time and workload. Some times, I just let things drop at work. Yes, I know it's bad. But so long as it doesn't benefit my students, I see it as unnecessary.

I can't believe we almost at the end of Term 3.

My class has grown so much. They are more independent, and they have learned to manage THEIR workload much better. Of course, there is that handful who are still struggling. I have one girl who has not passed a single test this year *sigh* But she tries, and I try to help her.

I haven't had the chance to open up consult sessions for my form class this semester. Had the time to do so in Semester 1 after every topic, but this term is a little crazy... I should try to do so. My class is generally quite kiasee. So when I tell them I'm available for individual/small group consult in the afternoon, it's packed and I end up having to schedule appointments (OK... A and B, 1.30. C, D and E... see me at 2.00).

Melvin and I went to Genting over the National Day Weekend (doubled up as my Birthday celebrations). It was an impromptu thing, but a much needed impromptu thing. We decided on friday afternoon that we should go, booked it, then off we went on Saturday morning.

It was quite invigorating, considering we are both NOT the sort who'd do things like this spontaneously.

The trip itself was enjoyable, mostly because we have some 'us' time. Sometime that is difficult to get when we stay with his parents. Some nights, his mom enters the bedroom 3 or 4 times for some reason or other. I'm not complaining, really. I love his parents. Sure we get on each other's nerves, but that is to be expected in any family. His mom is great and so is his dad. They take very good care of us. Yet.... we need a place of our own. It's different, somehow. Just feels like we can't grow as a couple while staying with his parents...

Renovations for our new flat next year... not going to be fun on the wallet.

Darn, he's home. I gotta go.