I value homework. I understand the need to continue the learning at home, but this homework thing had better get easier soon! I’m not entirely sure who the homework is more work for . . . the student or the parent.
Now granted, part of my frustration is due to Madie setting an unrealistic example for her younger siblings. Madie has always done well academically. In first grade I could send Madie to her room and she would quickly get her work done ON HER OWN. But my other two . . . let’s just say . . . and how can I say this positively . . . homework and my 1st/2nd graders are like oil and water. This is not to say that A and B aren’t brillant. Far from it. But when the bell rings, they are done. DONE. Playing barbies and riding scooters is the preferred method for spending time after school.
But then again, Ainsley has spelling, math, fluency, flash cards and reading (and this is every night). You have the entire week to get it done but this was a short week and we had Girl Scouts after school yesterday, so we are having to cram a lot of work in a few nights. That could be the reason for the 2 hours and 45 minutes. Of course, the moaning and whining and pleading certainly didn’t make the time go faster.
We are done. They are upstairs taking baths and getting ready to start this all over again tomorrow. I think that some cuddling, book reading, and a lot of good nighttime rituals are what’s called for to reward ourselves for all of that homework we did and for all of the good time playing outside in the wonderful weather that we didn’t get to do. And hopefully tomorrow this will go better and at some point my wonderful children will go straight to their room (after hanging up their backpacks and putting their lunchboxes up) and complete their homework all on their own. I can dream. Can’t I?
The Puddles 
Cousins? I say so. It was like reading an afternoon at my house. You would think that an hour of homework was the end of the world. Finish it and you get play time fight about it and the day is done and before you know it it is bed time. If they could realize this the afternoon’s would be so much better.
Unfortunately, mom gave me no hope last night. Apparently, we were just like that too. (At least you were. I’d prefer to think that I was still the perfect child.) There is no hope for us. The sad part is that I think Mom is secretly laughing at us and thinking that it may have taken 20 years but finally there is some sweet justice for all of the homework headaches we gave her.
I agree that I gave her the headache over homework for sure and yes Debra too. Madie is so much like you that it is crazy all ways reading and doing her homework. Your right I am sure Mom is laughing.
Um, I was the perfect angel. I did my homework every night with no lip…. That’s how I remember things…