My poor baby girl is so stressed right now, and I feel so bad for her. She has to submit a 15 to 20-page thesis as the last of her assignments before final exams (due Thursday) (tomorrow) and she’s really pushed the time limit on it. The very tightly-wound up little ball of stress came over yesterday and I cooked dinner for us, and halfway through dinner she was laughing and cutting up again. She told me about this party she went to that was primarily Latino, so after dinner we watched a stint of Katt Williams on Latinos – and ended up laughing our asses off. (Trust me, the Latinos were laughing their asses off too, he’s friggin hilarious.) It’s gotta be so tough having everything pile up right at graduation time, and although I haven’t been through that type of stress – I do understand it. She texted me at roughly 2:30am and again at 4:50am, still awake and unable to sleep. I wish I could do something to make it all easier, but isn’t that what we as parents always wish for?
My guy is taking her and I out for Japanese Thursday night and I’m looking forward to that. I told her it’ll be a celebration of sorts – hopefully by then a good portion of the weight will have been lifted and we’ll all enjoy ourselves. Gave her a wake-up call just a bit ago and she’s already in tears – hasn’t had any sleep and stress central. It’s literally ripping my heart out…
Life’s so hard sometimes. The old saying when it rains, it pours is really true. When shit goes down it seems to all go down at one time. Hang in there like I know you will, baby girl… you’ll get it done. And you’ll see it’ll all be worth it.