Thursday, March 31, 2011
I am composing this post on my phone while sitting at the kitchen table playing the part of "Homework Nazi" with my eight year old. She is working on finishing up her homework packet....the last homework packet of, oh about 8, that are sitting in on her desk. 8 weeks of her not doing her homework or handing the packets in. This is why she got a 2 out of possible 4 on "Handing homework in in a timely manner" on her last 2nd grade report card. I wonder what her teacher must think. These last couple of months I've had a lot going on and my parenting has been, I'm sorry to say, on the absentee side. As we sit here at the table there has been whining and tears....no not from me.... from Jillian. She is trying to push my buttons and I am doing my darndest to keep my cool. So far she has lost a trip to the store because of her lolly-gagginess (What? I reserve the right to make up words as I sit here with a grumpy 8 year old). She has wailed about the unfairness of it all and I have handled things admirably if I do say so myself. My buttons are out of order tonight. Hopefully they'll stay that way. Because honestly? Those buttons aren't of much use to anyone around here.