On the first day of 11+, my ds said to me, I think I could b-e brainy.
On the second day of 11+, my dh said to me "£80 quid on prep books, do you think we are made of money?"
On the third day of 11+, my mother said to me "he's only ten, is this really necessary?"
On the fourth day of 11+, I said (to me)...."Crap this is hard, even though I have been to Uni"
On the fifth day of 11+, my ds said to me "I'm far too tired....and I want to watch some TV"
On the sixth day of 11+, I secretly went to my room after work and had a discreet hissy fit.
On the seventh day of 11+, we did test paper 3. He got 74%, and I got 53.
On the eighth day of 11+, my dh said to me "Keep going babe". I said 'why's the prep all me?'
On the nineth day of 11+ my ds said to me "Thanks for taking the time to study".
On the tenth day of 11+, my ds sat the test, and came out happy.
On the eleventh day of 11+, results were in, and we waited for eternity.
On the twelnetbth day of 11+, I'm waiting for results, and am grateful for others like me!
The is brilliant & so true...well done!!
Good luck to everyone getting their results this weekend, we remember what it was like!