Me looking on the bright side: My daughter, when avoiding homework, comes up with all kinds of delightfully interesting and whimsical things to discuss & do - Blueberry tea is really yummy! How do people get to the other memorials around the Arizona? I'm going to use my Little Mermaid straw with the tea. I need to change my shirt. After I finish writing, I'll see if Sniffers' cage fits on my shelf. I bet Sniffers will reallylove climbing up to his food! Wow, Rocky's really thirsty. Sometimes 'favorite' is spelled 'f-a-v-o-U-r-i-t-e, you know. I need to sharpen my pencil. Wait, I'll use this pencil instead...
I know from Love & Logic that this is not my problem to worry about. That I should let the natural consequence be that her homework is not complete when it's time for bedtime stories (in two hours); she will then be sad yet learn from her mistake of spending 55 minutes wandering in the desert of EVERYTHING BUT HOMEWORK. However, when she tries to engage me in conversation I feel compelled to at least explain why I will not engage (which, I realize as I type that, is insane). So I find myself asking "Have you finished your homework yet?" thirty-seven different ways until my head is ready to explode.
And that wouldn't be pretty. Ryan would never kiss me then...
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The hard part? That their sadness does seem to seep into our world, the leaning in to hear the story from a distance...sad, sad stuff.
But you will prevail - driven crazy, of course - but victorious.
For those about to parent, we salute you.
logical parenting? seriously? may the force be with you, sending good non-exploding-head vibes yours way.
I believe your daughter's homework time has met my daughter's bed time.
Smart girl. I believe she has your number.
i get home and ask damien if he's finished his...
I think she may be exercising her brain more by NOT doing her homework! Smart kid...
I'm going to have to try the blueberry tea!
I fear I'm a lot like your daughter. Give me a deadline and I will give you clean laundry, a new duvet cover, and an alphabetized pantry with lined shelves.
The Girl delays with sweet questions and The Boy delays with drama.
-Stu
I do not like homework either. Kids should get to come home and be kids (and let us have time to read blogs and write posts). But, alas, the homework must be done . . . I suppose.
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