You didn’t get to bed until 1:30 am, and you have to get up in the morning.

Siblings loose your things.

You can’t remember what you were about to say.

You get the brunt of a parent’s anger even when you did nothing wrong.

It’s bathroom cleaning day.

It’s your week to fix breakfast/lunch/dinner and you can’t come up with any ideas.

You’ve just sewn up three out of the four seams wrong.

It’s portrait time.

You don’t get anything done although it seems like you’ve been busy all day.

You have to dance with another girl even though there are perfectly capable boys standing around.

Your music teacher forces a smile and says “Well, that was… nice.” or “Good try.”

Your father automatically asks if we’re having spaghetti because he knows it’s your week to fix dinner.

Your room is an absolute wreck.

You have great aspirations for the coming year but rather low expectations as to how those aspirations will turn out.

Good friends pass up your road.

People don’t blog for months on end.

Someone makes a list like this.

I could go on, but I don’t think I will right now.