Pining for Greener Pastures

I've been pushing so hard for more work at the local school, beyond my two-days-a-week contract but; together with a week's work in the Science department, a specialist visit for the little rock-thrower and all the time we've spent out at the block; my lounge is slowly disappearing under a mountain of bookwork, clean washing (because I can manage to get the dirty stuff into the machine and out again, I just haven't translocated it to the drawers) and dirty socks (because the kids' process ends at 'remove clothes' and ignores the laundry, machine, washing, drying stages). And, while I know it's time to spend some quality house work time in town, I'm already wishing I was back out at EastWinds with its dingy almost-outside-dunny and off-kilter doors and wavy floorboards. I'm a little strange I think.