I survived the first day of lessons at my new job.
I feel like getting an 'I-made-it!!' tattoo on my forehead.
8 hours of solid teaching, and I came home and sat on the stairs until the husband fetched my slippers.
This is self-flaggelation but I need to know (after nearly 4 years of uselessness) what I am capable of.
What was that?
Curiosity killed the cat?