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Do We Really Need a Long Weekend At Easter?source


I'm all over the place today.

You see, my plan to spend five solid days at Uni this week writing up my chapter for colloquium (just the first draft, I'm trying to be a bit realistic) has been somewhat thwarted by the fact that tomorrow is Good Friday and therefore a public holiday, which means the Uni will be shut.

Because Monday is also a public holiday, the University, in it's grand wisdom has decided to shut down for four whole days. Now, I'm meeting my supervisor on Thursday next week which means that by Tuesday night I need to have this first draft chapter in her inbox. Tuesday is my regular braille lesson, so I won't get to Uni that day as driving to the other side of Melbourne, doing a lesson and coming back takes most of the day.

Therefore, today is my last day at Uni to get words on paper with relative peace. Dave asked me this morning if, since I was going to be home tomorrow anyway, he could drive down to Brighton to see a friend. I have to confess I bit his head off. I'm stressed. He could visit his friend any day while the kids are at school, it doesn't have to be a day that they're all home and need supervising.  I find it incredibly difficult to concentrate on work at home with the kids constantly bickering or in hysterics of one variety or another, or asking me a million questions. On top of this I no longer have a CCTV at home and so reading is all but impossible for me, there.

The thought of trying to get work done while solely responsible for the well being of four kids was just too much.

On top of this, I'm finding myself incredibly resentful of the need for a long weekend at Easter. Yes, Australia, being a child of England, was settled on Christian values, however, we're very much a secular country these days - in practice, anyway.

So, why should those of us who just don't believe in the whole Easter story be forced to put our lives on hold for four days because a minority of people do believe? Yes, I'm completely serious. I know Aussies like a holiday as much as anyone else, but well, it's damned inconvenient to me that the University isn't even open on Saturday.

I got in the lift with the Vice Chancellor yesterday and she commented that the weekend could not come soon enough for her. I said I just wanted to be able to get into the office to work. She said I needed to 'down pens' and take a break! Of course, she has no idea who I am, she probably thought I was staff. I bet she didn't 'down pens' when she did her PhD, though!


Kel said…
I dont understand - why cant Dave take them with him?
Kel said…
I dont understand - why cant Dave take them with him?
Sif Dal said…
He simply wouldn't go if he had to take all the kids. His mate is a bachelor, there would be nothing for four boys to do there for several hours. He might take the older two, but even still they'd be bored as batshit listening to two old guys talk about comic books, uh, graphic novels... No, he just wouldn't go, and he only catches up with his friends two or three times a year.

Mind you, that said, he did make plans to visit his mate on Anzac Day - another day when I would have to supervise them on my own. I lost my shit when he told me that! Told him he has entire days during the week when neither of us have to have the kids. Besides, Anzac Day is the day before the first open for inspection, and I'll be damned if I have to try and clean and mange four kids on my own... So, he's going to have to reschedule!

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