At this point in my life, this is all I for see doing in the near future. I do not seem to be able to get a job, and I am apparently doomed to spend my day going to the grocery store, the bank, the blahblahblah.....this is of course in between my other scintillating joy of nagging my children out of bed in the morning, nagging their breakfast into them, and then nagging them out the door. This is followed by the lunchtime chores and nags, including HOMEWORK, then nagging them out the door all over again. When they get home, feed them, and then begin again to nag. Nag about homework, nag about dinner, nag about tidying up, nag them through dinner and into bed.
No wonder mothers have such a bad rep in our culture. They are doomed to a life of endless hamsterwheel dronedom....
And YES I AM BITTER
I am bitter because of the homework. The God DAMMNNNED homework. I am sorry, they have my children for 6 hours a day, if they cannot cram a little bit of learning into them in that time.....why do I have to do it at home as well. When we home school, they accomplish more academic work in 3 hours than they achieve in a day plus homework. I mean REALLY. I would like to add that I am actually an education professional, and I, from a professional perspective, strongly believe that there should be no homework at all before 7th grade. Children need to develop other aspects of their being by playing, running around, hanging out with their family, and just being kids. Not more freaking schoolwork with an overtired and under qualified teacher AKA their mother going quietly NUTS.
In Canada, I simply went into the schools and told the teachers that my children would not be doing homework. I requested that they do not punish the children as this was my decision and not theirs. I explained my reasons lucidly and that was that. If the kids wanted to do it, so be it. They did some of the time too. Really and truly though, if you cannot get the job done in a day, there is something very far amiss with the system.
Then again, in the words of a favorite cruiser when she finds herself getting bitter.....quityourbitchin'.
Then again, I ain't done. The eldest child is still having massive shower-at-gym angst...oh joy, and the younger child's teacher is driving me completely INSANE.
She is completely incapable of communicating to the daughter at all. I will resist the temptation to comment on her possible
Today, the younger one was reduced to tears by this
Jesus freaking Christ! This is not good parent/teacher communication.
I pass a message on through the English teacher that if Teri, the
To boot, the eldest child, who is a near vegetarian, animal rights freak and is grossed out by most everything is begging me to let her off school on Friday afternoon because they will be dissecting sheep's hearts...this I have to confess I am finding absolutely hysterical. Wonder if they will put any soap in the children's bathroom by then? I think I am going to supply it myself.
The kids got home from after school jazz, the eldest complaining that she doesn't like it anymore. The youngest happy as a clam. I love how resiliant and in the moment they are. Then they both sit down and plow through the huge heap of homework they have with barely a squawk. Thank you thank you thank you...the little one is still about 35 pages behind in the Catalan homework, but for once we have managed to do more than she brought home. Reasonably cheerfully too.
Just went over to Susan's blog on a tip from Kate for a little perspective. She has posted the film of Dr Martin Luther King's "I have a dream" speech. I hadn't heard it before. I'll quitmybitchin'.