I always thought I got the better end of the stick because as a working mom I didn’t have to suffer through homework with my sons, not that I don’t want to help them learn but after a long day at school, of non-stop work for six hours the last thing these boys want to do when they get home from school is more work. I have to say I was kinda of smug about the entire missing homework thing and actually giggled at my hubby when I would receive his “this homework is for the fricking birds!” texts.
Ya, see when I came home from work I got the hugs and the kisses. I missed the cries, the groans and the moans about homework, it was done. All I had to do is give out compliments, positive remarks about the work they brought home and study for some tests. My nights were easy, okay maybe not easy because the whole getting ready for bed: shower, brushing teeth, reading is a nightmare but I digress.
Doing the homework isn’t so bad. It’s actually pretty neat, not every day, the days that I have no idea how to do the new math BLOWS!, the days when I do know how to do the homework is not so bad.
I’ve taken a new approach to this homework too, a new routine if you will, we’ve been hitting the local library a few days after school to get the work done. This new system, is working for us because 1) they have to be quiet in the library 2) they cannot horse around or they will get sneered at by the librarians’ 3) they don’t annoy each other. And I’ve noticed that they do their homework in less time and with more focus.
After they do their work we stay for a half hour or so to explore new books, I mean c’mon, I am totally getting mom of the year? Right? BUT… I wish I could claim this brilliant new routine as my own but I can’t. So I’m a copy-cat. Before my mom got sick, she would pick up my boys from school and take them to the library to do their homework – so I stole her idea. And since my mom has raised five girls, and has helped me tremendously me with my boys, her ideas are pretty stellar.
The Truth About Being Unemployed … imitation is a form of flattery.
My seventh half marathon is in four weeks. My seventh one. It amazes me that a little over five years ago I never ran a mile in my life, okay I ran a mile but I hated every last second of it. Now not so much.
Oh yes, I’ll be going for it, oh yes I am.
Cause I did hear that the Twinkie is looking to make a comeback too.