Damned if you do… anything.

There comes a time when you don't quite know how to take a compliment, simply because you've not heard one for some time. 

Does not matter how nice I try to be at times my actions always are considered a fault upon her indoors. My good deeds and sweet gestures are twisted to suit her and decimate me. For instance she slipped into a princess aura of snooze just after the hearty meal I prepared for us. My Prince Charming hat (or helmet) firmly on, I thought it would be polite to leave her drift into this sweet condition of subconscious with I cleaning the dishes and dirty pans and tinkering at my duties. From her slumber, this woman has been possessed by the fairy tale monster, telling me it was my fault she slept so long, that her evening had been wasted and could have 'done' something like 'watch a film' and I should never let her sleep like that again. 

Wow. Suddenly all my kind heartedness felt deflated and I'm the monster for letting them do something so terrible; such as sleeping. What can you say? How can you respond to someone who is pulling the 10 yard death stare be cause I didn't shake them to wake them; just like an Orangina forcing or advising; I haven't quite got the correct term yet, for them to proceed with activities half pooped?

I remain quiet for them to reflect. 

Woe with me; the life of a trainee teacher

What on earth am I thinking. To turn to a life of teachings miniature humans hot to build a bird box, just what we need another 25 bird boxes on this planet. My weekends are bloated with writing four page lesson plans and building my own power points with the slim window of recreation to cook. (Not that recreational but I've made it fun by whistling the alphabet backwards)

I've managed to live a little by playing my ps3 for 20mins.

More to come