I’m tired and cranky. If this were another time, I’d attribute my crankiness to “taper madness.” In my case, I think it is more like “Monday madness.”
It’s 9 pm and we are finally home. As is my usual Monday night ritual, I spent the evening in the hospice lobby. While BoBo was in “group”, I helped YaYa do his homework. An hour and a half later, BoBo’s session was finished, and the main homework assignments were done. The book report, however, was another story.
We already spent the major part of the weekend trying to finish the book. Now, we had the write up and the task of creating a 3 dimensional scene from the book. I dreaded the struggles ahead.
So while YaYa puts the colored pens to the paper, I try to let him create his project without trying to rush it along. Believe me, I am *tired* and would like nothing better than to have it done. Before long, BoBo comes in to join us.
Lucky comes into the room too. He is following me around, much to my displeasure. I try to shoo him away but BoBo takes issue. He tells me how boring poor Lucky’s life is. “He is alone all day,” he explains. As he talks, I think of how I just want to be alone for a few minutes. Oh, if I could only have 5 minutes of “boring.”
I get it, Juls. And homework is so hit or miss around here…it seems like it either goes great or scales into chaos, rather randomly. I’m not looking forward to projects!
Hey, Chicago will be here before you know it! That will be like, what, three hours all to yourself? :)
Oohhh sometimes I think the homework is to torture the parents. I don’t ever remember my parents helping me the way I have to help my kiddos. It’s not that they need that much more help it’s that the projects are so darn intense and elaborate. Maybe our kiddos will be smarter then us?