It’s here. It’s happening. Three teenagers in the home, the final week of January and the end of semester one.
Or, The Walking Dead week.
Forget the TV show, forget Darryl (if you can) and imagine this:
Two teenaged girls with an exam every single day of the week, quietly (and sometimes not so quietly) freaking out about the last minute assignments due, the last projects, the studying, the cramming, the stress about tests in general and their grade point averages.
Nights have been long and I suspect this week will be punctuated with mid-afternoon naps, requests for chocolate and comfort food and possibly some tears of frustration.
Only my girls, mind you.
My son is in grade nine. He has ONE exam this week and it’s on Thursday. HE plans to spend most of his week playing video games and sleeping in. It’s safe to say, right now, the girls hate him. They may even be plotting his demise. Possibly.
For all my Canadian friends going through similar weeks at your houses, I encourage you to do what I’m going to do. Hunker down in your room with a good book (or Netflix) and a big ass glass of wine. It will pass. Eventually.
To my American friends, I don’t know when your exam times are but I commiserate with you from up North.
And now, it’s off to work where there are no teenaged zombies to deal with.