Stolen Hours, Cancelled Lectures

Monday I managed a few hours as Davina, working from home in a lovely green dress.

It was a refreshing way to start the week—slipping into that softer, calmer side of myself before the day picked up pace. I would have loved more opportunity, of course, but even those small windows are like a breath of fresh air.

What makes things harder right now is my oldest’s university timetable.

It reminds me so much of my own uni days, but in a frustrating way.

When I was a student, my weeks were absolutely crammed—lectures stacked on top of each other, often from morning until night. I remember being in classes until 9pm some days.

It was tiring, but it felt structured, purposeful, professional.

By contrast, my oldest’s timetable is 9:00–16:00 on paper, but in reality, lectures are often cancelled. Some days they’re home by midday because the afternoon sessions are scrapped.

It baffles me. The inconsistency doesn’t just impact them—it ripples into my world too.

Those cancellations cut into the rare time I might have for Davina, time to exhale, recalibrate, and just be.

It’s frustrating on two fronts: as a parent, because we’re paying a lot of money for this course and I can’t help but feel it’s not as professional or committed as it should be; and as Davina, because each cancelled lecture means another lost opportunity for that sanctuary I so often crave.

These little interruptions might not seem like much to anyone else, but for someone like me, they change the rhythm of the week entirely. When I do get a few hours, like I did on Monday, it reminds me of how good it feels—and how much I need those moments.

Looking down my glasses at you lol

Davina