This afternoon after I picked up Number 7 from school, we made a quick stop at the place where I get my hair cut because I had to ask them a question, and when we left they gave Number 7 a lollipop and when we got into the car she took the wrapper off and the stick came out of the lollipop and when I tried to put it back in the whole thing cracked into a million pieces and she bawled her brains out for a good 30 minutes straight.
About a half hour later, Number 5 came off the bus bawling her brains out because Number 6 told a boy on the bus that Number 5 had a “crush” on another boy on the bus which wasn’t true but now “the whole entire world” would think that it was.
She cried for a good half hour, too.
We had to leave the house earlier than normal so I could drop Number 2 off at work before swim practice started, and I was the only coach at practice, and I was so tired because last night I got up at 3:30 a.m. to take Number 6 to pee and I couldn’t get back to sleep, and then I started feeling like I was getting sick, you know that post nasal-y drip feeling you get in the back of your throat right before you get a bad cold, and then we got home and Number 6 dropped a magnifying glass on his face and his lip “was all swollen” and he needed some sort of nonexistent magical lip ointment to make the (nonexistent) swelling go away and then Number 5 started crying again because the band aid she had on her hand from when she fell at recess was coming off and then Number 3 told me he didn’t do his homework because he needed help and I took a look at it and it was a standardized test review sheet and he had no fucking idea how the hell to do it and there was no way in hell I was going to sit down for an hour and try to explain it to him.
So I did what any responsible mother would do.
I did all of his homework for him.
Because sometimes, there is a limit to the number of kids you can listen to crying hysterically.
And tonight I reached mine about two kids ago.
I only have two kids; both boys ages 2 and 4. And tonight I found myself about ready to rip all my hairs out of my head! High five to you!
I am a grandma to an 8th grader, and couldn’t help her, even though I have an associates degree. *Feeling real dumb*
don’t feel bad. I have my Master’s and can barely help my SIXTH grader with his homework sometimes! I swear I didn’t learn what he’s learning now until I was well into high school!
It’s a bad juju day. My version of it is a 4 year old who is still awake at 10:45 pm.
Mine too.
On days such when everyone is batty, I give myself up to too much coffee. And keep my head on the floor , legs on the bed and be the batgirl. It can get so frustrating.May you have a better day today!!❤❤
Can’t we live and learn with Finland’s education system? They never do homework in early years. Just upper class (high school/college). Are we too proud to look at other country’s excellent example? Homework is rotten. Robbing our kids’ nightly enjoyment of childhood playtime and reading time. Seriously, reading is the best investment for curiousity and learning but homework…it’s a constant battle. Kids go to school. They study all day. They come home. They still have to study. Their brains are ready to explode. I am mad. I didn’t have homework growing up. Makes me reconsider homeschooling my kids for a reason.
There are other schools anywhere in US that is already balking at homework so they established “no homework policy” allowing their students to have more time to do extracurricular activities and reading times. Did it work? Yes. Those kids got wiser and smarter. Wake up parents. Stop asking for homework. Start listening to teachers and agree with them!
Great blog post. you are a great writer. I just subscribed to your blog. I can’t believe you have 7 kids. I have one and he is a handful.