A real weekend.

Hello,

OK, so this weekend is not our first in Ireland but for me at least it is because there's no weekend when you don't work because they're just days then, not non-work days. So I'm looking forward to my first real weekend.

I work at a place called Little Red Hen, I turn up at 2, help out until all the kids are awake and then take a class of 6 3-year-olds in a tiny room with lino floor to guarantee a good noise level. About half my kids are there every day and the other 3 are part timers. I'm not allowed more than 6 so if there is an overflow one of mine goes into another class. I'm yet to know what the aim of my class is, I know they do Montessori all morning but I don't know what that entails. They looked at me weird when I suggested we sit on the floor and I don't think the word humongous is common here. But they're coming around to my way of teaching and now we sit on the floor everyday and they can't get enough of the slippery fish song.

So roll on the weekend because even with lovely kids 20 hours stuck in a box with 3-year-olds is more than enough for me.

Love ya, miss ya,
Aimee