{"id":3303,"date":"2011-03-30T21:56:54","date_gmt":"2011-03-30T20:56:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/alisonsdiary.com\/?p=3303"},"modified":"2012-05-29T21:46:29","modified_gmt":"2012-05-29T20:46:29","slug":"exams-life-march-2011","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alisonsdiary.com\/2011\/03\/exams-life-march-2011\/","title":{"rendered":"Exams & Life. March 2011"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Bloody exams. Driving us all to distraction. And this year they matter. Teenwolf in 4th year knows there is no escape. He \u00a0works, but is it hard enough? He says yes. I say em………I don’t think so. <\/span>When I walk into the room he is texting, fiddling aroud with Facebook and listening to his Mp3.<\/span><\/div>\n
For Gods sake it is a known medical fact men cannot multi task.Not even \u00a0Stephen Hawking could cope with that overload of stimulation and think whatever he thinks about.(A mystery\u00a0to me all that\u00a0millarkey and that is with no extra stimulation on my part) \u00a0So….yes I do have an issue with the multiple sensory overdose.<\/span><\/div>\n
\"\"<\/a>Also residing within this maelstrom is the long suffering husband. He is the diplomat and tries to straddle the two opposing views.<\/span><\/div>\n
This tense situation is inevitably \u00a0helped by the dogs\u00a0who just sit around staring and intermittently releasing vile emmisions into the atmosphere. Always raises a laugh and a shriek of horror.<\/span><\/div>\n
Then there is my Mum, aka Spidergran,\u00a0who\u00a0\u00a0is a fat lot of use when it comes to offering \u00a0up a bit of support.<\/span><\/div>\n
Teenwolf to Spidergran: ‘Was Mum any good at school?’<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
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Yes this the sort of thing...ha ha ha ha ...thanks Mum.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Spidergran ‘ha ha ha ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha…get me a tissue….ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha…oh you’ll have to excuse me I need the loo’.<\/p>\n

As you can imagine this sort of thing hardly bolsters my argument.<\/p>\n

So I\u00a0 genuinely start off every night thinking ‘\u00a0I am not going to harrass him, he will do it in his own time’. and before I know it I am huffing and puffing about hperventilating waiting for some action on the book front until I snap.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/span>‘Is that you finished studying \u00a0for the night’ I say gently, \u00a0trying to affect the air of a smiling, calm Stepford woman and failing.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>Seeing my mad eye and worrying tick, he answers ‘ Em…no I ‘ll go back to it…for a while…..later’.<\/p>\n

Puce in face, with palpitations imminent, sometimes I smile and walk away. Sometimes I go for it. Either way the result is always the same\u00a0grumpy him, grumpy me and a regretful silence as we part company for the evening. Him to his room, me to dream of an alternative existence.<\/p>\n

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No not this sort of thing. Something wooden and dreamy<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Ah yes the alternative existence. This is the one where we just think bugger it and all \u00a0run off to Australia where he can play rugby all day and all\u00a0year and I can lie by\u00a0a swimming\u00a0pool reading and writing and repapplying my Factor 50\u00a0 each time I go to the bar to replenish my gin & tonic.\u00a0 LSH\u00a0still straddles but not so much the mood swings of his hormonal housemates more the prow of his wee wooden fishing boat as he plouters about catching our tea. Yes there are other ways……breaking out from our Scottishness is always on my mind…<\/p>\n

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The Dog silent but deadly.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

No doubt\u00a0Teenwolf will answer back no doubt. . www.teenwolfspeaks.com<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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