Once again, YaYa was assigned more homework that he could handle. Last night, as I was fighting back the wave of unconsciousness, he was still downstairs hard at work. Only, he was not making much headway. Boys his age are not meant to still be doing homework past 10 pm.
Unfortunately, YaYa’s schoolwork is really picking up this year. And although my upbringing tells me that he is not handling the load of school his extracurricular schedule, I know that private high schools and (in the future) colleges want only the well-rounded students. Single-minded, scholarly-focused applicants need not apply.
Reluctantly, YaYa went to bed at 10:30 pm — only after I promised that I would get him up at 5 am. Seriously! I can’t even get him out of bed at 7 am; getting the boy up at 5 am was going to be a feat in and of itself. Furthermore, I did NOT want to be waking up at 5 am.
By 5:30 am, YaYa was back at the kitchen table warming up to hot chocolate and his 5 remaining homework assignments. He got all but one of them completed by the time we left for school. With breakfast in hand, he climbed into the car with disappointment painted all over his face.
I didn’t say a lot. I acknowledged his efforts, asked him if any of the assignments could have been completed over the weekend, and told him that I was proud of him for continually working to bring up his grades.
Hopefully, the rest of the week will be easier.
Good job Ya Ya