Homework- what they do in Hell

Homework is a depressant. I think it was invented to get even with parents who they themselves were awful in school. I was a great student. I really was! I think I'm getting Doug's karma when he was a child. Nough said. My other theory is that homework is designed to let the parent know how important it really is to a child's education when said parent didn't think so when they were a child. Everything seems to take on new meaning and new challenges when one becomes a parent. Perspective and 20/20 have become regular mantra in my life.

So yesterday I spent from 3pm to 9pm, with a soccer break in between that doing HOMEWORK. Yes, perspective is great. I get that homework is necessary, but the five hours spent yesterday doing it was NOT FUN.

NOT FUN. I need to figure out how to blow those words up bigger.

Britt had so much of it, and stuff she needed help with, not to mention the book report that she procrastinated and the project that went with it that hadn't been started either and was due the next day. TODAY. Doug was at a "Meet the Firms" thing for work which left me to handle 4 kids with homework. Luckily Teaghan gets hers done on her own now that she's getting older, but the younger three....it was a lesson in patience is what it was.

I leave Britt with just her book report poster to do as I left for soccer at 5:30. I get home closer to 7pm and she's got the rough draft done, but it needs to be put together. In the midst of that I realize that we haven't done Andon's math flash cards that the teacher just sent home, not to mention his reading books that he has to pass off. I have him reading to me as I'm trying to cook dinner, which I detest doing anyway, and try to manage Britt getting her stuff done.

I was seriously about to lose it.

SERIOUSLY. Some serious wigging out was about to occur. You know that feeling when you feel your temperature rising and you're going to explode? I was sooo there. And then right at that moment when I couldn't take anymore, that very nanosecond, my sweet Andon says, "Mom, you're the best mom in the world." And he said it so sweetly and so lovingly that I just melted. I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Heavenly Father knew what I was experiencing and prompted my son to say that. It brought tears to my eyes and instantly gave me just a little much needed push to just persevere. It was a great moment.

And then this is what I hear: No she's not! She's a stinky mommy."

Yes, my rambunctious 5 year old who I swear is going through the Terrible Five's, stated this with a Just kidding afterward.

Keeps one humble. No one said parenting would ever give you a big ego.