Tiredness

When you are bone weary and can barely keep your eyes open, but can't sleep until late at night, regardless of how difficult it is to keep your eyes open. When you sit at your desk in the staffroom and are watching the clock, hoping for the hour arm to sit at 4 o'clock, but all the while knowing it doesn't matter as someone has scheduled a meeting at 4:30 that you are expected to attend. When you are busy but unable to do anything to help it along, because your classroom is being used for a conference, forcing you to sit and wait, well aware you are going to have to bring it all home with you and do it on the weekend. When you know that you are being ripped off -- a weekend that should be a three day being stuffed into a normal two, all because Saturdays count as part of the work week, and knowing you won't get another chance at one for nearly 2 months.

Yet, when the time comes and the weekend officially hits, when you have escaped work into the freedom of your own home or the great outdoors, when you have dropped your bag inside the doorway and pulled on some well-worn jeans, it all just falls away. The spring is back, the music is on and thumping, and you can't help howling along with it while sliding down the hallways and across the kitchen in your woolly socks.

Just over two more hours, that's all I have to make it through...