The week started with parent’s evening. I haven’t posted a picture of that here because it’s my silent sunday picture for this week. It was a proud moment for me: I knew H was doing very well, but I hadn’t realised quite how well he was performing. He’s also doing everything else he should be: well behaved, good attendance, etc.
After that the week continued pretty much as normal: school, after school play activity (like this picture of H building things with straws), dinner, homework, play, bed. Until Thursday that is when I had a call from school asking me to come to pick up H because he wasn’t well. He’d had a bad cold all week, but he’d been battling through.
When we got home I got him changed into his pyjamas and put him to bed. Naturally, I had to put in the obligatory musical instrument. If he’s ill in bed he insists on having an instrument, so he can call me when he needs me (it always makes me feel like some sort of Victorian maidservant). I left the room for a minute and when I came back he was fast asleep. He slept for 2 hours and later had another nap, so he clearly wasn’t himself. Sadly, though whether because he’d had the naps or because he was ill, he didn’t sleep very well and woke up with a high temperature in the morning. Another day off sick (it seems that talking about his good attendance at parent’s evening had jinxed him and made him a sick child).
As H was sick and not going in anyway on Friday, I didn’t have to worry about whether school was open or not on Friday morning (it was) and I didn’t have to brave the snow for the school run. It snowed most of Friday and by the evening, it was like that. It’s been snowing pretty much ever since then, even as I write this on Saturday afternoon. Thankfully, though my sick child is now no longer sick.