Twenty days to go for the twins' final exams and we're all gearing up in our own ways, though not quite like that young boy in the picture. I am making out calendars and timetables and trying my darndest to squeeze in portions in the small window of time we get between school time, playtime and the children's rather happening social lives. While I am trying, and failing pretty miserably I might add, in bringing about any amount of seriousness to the whole thing, the children are going on with their lives pretty unhindered.
I know I know. I know you're all sympathising with the children and labelling me a Tiger Mom. I know that the idea is to not stress them out, they're young, they need their playtime .. yeah I know all of that. But if you'd only see how very unperturbed they are you'd perhaps think about realigning your loyalties.
Here's what according to them are Must-dos during exams.
1. Wonder why you ever gave up playing with bubbles, insist on buying a bottle, (a clear bribe in exchange of a few hours of study) and then spend leisurely hours blowing bubbles in the washroom (completely ignoring the conditions of the bribe).
2. Celebrate Pokemon’s birthday because he/they are your absolute favourites and you just have to treat your friends.
3. Throw a tantrum because ‘we are never ever allowed to go swimming’.
4. Go stationery shopping because obviously you need a bunch of pens and markers and exam boards and palettes, yeah palettes - the all important art exam can be flunked for lack of a palette.
5.Dig out long forgotten Barbies and decide they desperately need hair cuts.
6. Make cookies.
7. Then decide you really have to have your recipes in one place and start working on a recipe scrap book.
8. ‘Discover’ books at home bought years ago and fall in love with them and decide they just have to be read, now.
9. Find ailments that you’d been suffering from for many many days but had been too brave to tell anyone but that just couldn’t be ignored any longer. And so you spend hours spraying Moov and tying crepe bandages on imagined sprains and then limp around the house. And if someone happens to say that one could sit and study despite a sprained ankle, you brand that person the meanest most heartless soul on the planet and you look up with such hurt injured eyes that said person sits down to massage your 'hurt' foot.
10. Then finally you decide to get all serious about studies and make out a case for not going to school at all because it is such a waste of time and there is so much to study.
Picture Credit: PIXABAY.