Today was Hayley’s last day of school for this week. I like to pretend it’s in honour of American Thanksgiving but it’s just because today was Parent-Teacher night at the school so they put a ped day for Thursday and Friday.

Hayley’s report card was excellent. It wasn’t that I have low expectations for her or anything, I know what she’s capable of, but from the way Hayley was talking sometimes I wasn’t sure WHAT to expect. Her grades were fantastic. She was above the class average in almost all her subjects but what made me especially proud was that it included French, a subject that stresses her out tremendously.

I’m still sick but George is far worse off, feeling pretty much the way I did yesterday so I told him to just stay home and I took Hayley with me. Her teachers had great things to say, both telling me Hayley is creative and eager to learn. Her biggest issue in French apparently is not asking for help when she doesn’t understand. The teacher is indeed French but speaks English perfectly well so she can easily explain anything that needs clarification.

We went upstairs to the library and I bought Hayley a book from the Scholastic book fair while we were there. She had bought two chapter books during the day but she had also really wanted to get a special interactive fairy tale book. It tells part of the story but she gets to fill in the blanks and draw pictures, and so on. It’s exactly the kind of thing that she enjoys; she has tons of notebooks full of short stories that she’s written. I figured it was a good present to give her after such good results.

As for me, I survived. I don’t mind grumbling about being sick but I don’t like to LOOK like I’m sick so I pulled myself together and resisted the urge to go up unshowered while still wearing the jogging pants and George’s flannel shirt that I’d been wearing for two days. Instead I managed to wash my hair, poke contacts into my eyes, and I slapped on a bit of makeup and faked being perfectly fine.

Hey, at least I survived. But hoo boy, did I have those comfortable clothes back on in no time flat.

Perhaps an early bedtime is in order. While I feel more functional than the write-off which was yesterday, I would really like to feel 100% human again soon; perhaps I could even manage to take Winnie for a proper walk again. Yeah. Bedtime it is.