They just don't get it! Mum has apparently finished her thesis and handed it in, so - what more could there possibly be to do? Prepare for a viva? Surely not.
What they don't understand is that I now have to read, learn and inwardly digest the relevant writings of my examiners, and then read, learn and be able to regurgitate all 100,000 words of my own.
So - excuse me, but does this not imply I might need some time for private study?
In a word - No. I can forget that. I closed that textbook at least ten times in half an hour, until I am so exceptionally weary and distracted that I am going to close it, finally, and concede defeat. Does anyone in my family care that I'm getting very edgy and anxious because I cannot get near my reading?!