The Core

I dubbed May as Hell Month in my family jargon back when I had kids in school.  Friday, I emailed a daughter who is always online. Dark.  Saturday, I texted. Still dark.  I'm slightly concerned by this morning as she never fails to reply, so I emailed again; Tap! Tap! Is this thing on??

Her reply:

Sorry! Sorry! It's that weekend. You know the one - hell weekend, the introduction to Hell Month. Friday was prom, Saturday, the girls had a birthday party, and Sunday was recital. Tomorrow is senior slideshow and yearbooks.

My reply:

>Hell Month

Yes, I remember.  My only advice is to put your head between your knees and brace for impact.

It's worse with girls, I think. Recitals, particularly dance recitals, are a massive, massive time-suck and PITA.  For a couple of weeks beforehand, the tutus and costumes were piled around the house so deep you had to wade through them.  The main living areas of the house looked a lot like that Aeroflot  turbulence video Gimp posted --or at least that's what if felt like.