Ug. I have spent the last 3 days up to my waistline in research. It's my own stupid fault: I've known about this project for 5 weeks. It's a graduated assignment (my last hand-in was the 2nd of October) so it's not like it could've slipped my mind. It's just that I still haven't adjusted to "the school thing" as Cranly used to call it. I keep trying to pull off these things at the last minute, despite all of my experience with this pea-sized library. I should know by now that proper research here is not as easy as at U of T, where every publication was practically at your fingertips (and if not there, then at the reference library). I should know that it will take more than a weekend to research and prepare 10 short papers on specific learning disabilities and their affect on student performance at the senior high school level.

God. I am reaping what I sowed, that's for damn sure.

Other than that, everything's been peachy. SMILE went off well...I like my kid, the Boy likes his. There's not too much running & jumping, just enough to make me glow. The only bad thing to come out of it was that the Boy sprained his ankle fairly early on, and was thus out of commission during my weekend of research hell. It's not a serious strain, just enough to make him hobble a bit. Definitely enough to save him from most household chores: although he did limp off bravely to do the laundry and stood courageously at the sink while he did the dishes, most of his weekend was spent fooling about with fantasy hockey teams and teevee. He's very happy & relaxed and despite my feeling of impending academic doom, his happiness tends to rub off on me. So we're both happy.

That's good.