Easily pleased?

Today I attended my weekly college course - I'm working towards a professional qualification in teaching adult literacy. We started the session by discussing how we were feeling about the course and what might be influencing our learning. Everyone was saying they felt tired, demotivated, stressed... when it came to my turn, I was the annoying happy little bunny everyone hates. Me, I love the course. I explained that Friday is my 'day off' - my other half does the school run as I scurry off to the station. My younger child goes to a childminder. From 8am to 2pm, I'm FREE! I don't have to worry about anyone except myself. I can get a coffee from Starbucks. Oh, the joy! I can read the paper on the train. I can browse in the shops on my way home. When I sit in the seminars, people ask me my opinions about things and give me information I can use in my teaching.

My peers looked puzzled, most are young and child-free. There is a nervous titter here and there. I blush. I realise I've given too much away. They are thinking what a sad life I have if sitting in a windowless seminar room for 3 hours is the high point of my week.

How right they are!