The problem was the course work that my daughter had to complete over the Christmas holiday for the first part of her TEFL degree. It was an enormous task.
There were three 6,000 word essays to write, another of 4,000 words, lessons to plan and online surveys to design, plus gleaning from the hillock of reference books that has grown in our dining room.
With a week to go before it was due to be handed in, Miss P was in a state of despair and on the verge of throwing in the towel, so we had to coax and encourage her along, talk through the issues, ply her with cups of tea and generally offering help where we could.
I was up until the early hours each night and on Thursday we were up all night as she neared her deadline.
Mrs P played an absolute blinder with the planning, using her academic experience, while I collated references, downloaded data, burned CDs and printed off the reams of paper involved.
The thing was, Miss P was convinced that everyone else on the course had completed the work long ago and that she was the only one burning the midnight oil. No-one else is struggling, she told me, at least not according to the messages on their Facebook group.
But they were, of course. Miss P got to university to hand in her work with thirty minutes to spare to find some of her course mates in tears and another begging for an extra 15 minutes so she could finish printing it off.
Whatever the outcome, I’m proud of my daughter and the effort she has put in. It is much better to try and fail than give up without a fight.
As for me, my sleep pattern is returning to normal and hopefully I will have enough left in the tank to spare for my blogging.