Hey! Where did my weekend go?

 Lightning fast weekend syndrome has struck already (and it is only Week 3 of Term 1). It is now in the latter half of Monday afternoon and my consciousness is still meandering around somewhere in the late Saturday morning region pondering what I should have for weekend brunch. I feel slightly dazed and confused and have had an unfortunate propensity for malapropisms all day*. I suspect I have also been wandering around with a slightly sad or confused expression. People have been asking me how I am all day sympathetically. Maybe I will have realise that it is the working week again by tomorrow and won't be stalking the corridors of school with a forlorn face and baffled mind. It is as though my brain doesn't want to be back at work, so it just refuses to fully engage with the reality that is at work. Denial, sometimes, is the only solution.

Even coffee fails to jolt me back into the real world. I guess it won't be long before I reach that grumpy stage of the term where you feel like work is not only ruining your Monday through Friday but it also encroaches on your Sunday evening where the dread of the following day prevents true relaxation and enjoyment.

I have devised a rough formula to work out the apparent length of any weekend.

Apparent length of weekend = 2 days - (desire to not go back to work on Monday x things you didn't get done over the weekend that you really should have)

It is kind of rough at the moment. I'm sure that "lack of sleep during the week" and "coffee consumed" should factor in somehow.

* The one that sent my Year 12s into hysterics was my example of a simile. "She is as fast as a lettuce," I meant to say "leopard" as generally lettuces aren't known for their speed or dexterity. At least you know the students are listening to you when they fall off their chairs laughing.