The garden fence needs fixed; the garden needs a drainage system; my cold hasn't cleared; I haven't stopped working - reports here, parents' evening there, Duke of Edinburgh's Award, parents who expect you to be on call 24 hours a day.
A lesser man than me would say 'bugger this', throw a long-term sickie, tuck himself into bed and wait for summer. But I can't do that.
Mrs Didactophobe got a call this afternoon to do an extra nightshift tonight, so I guess that will pay for one of our debts. What a life!