I remember being in 4th, 5th, and 6th grade. Yes, my memory can actually go back that far. My memory is not completely broken. Yet.
I remember hating homework. I remember thinking my teachers were mean for giving me homework and my parents were even meaner for making me do it. I remember tears, yelling, more tears, and the development of my delusional belief that I would eventually outgrow homework.
Ironically, I am a 39-ish year old woman who still HATES 4th -6th grade homework!
My life has come full circle. Now I am the mean, thoughtless mother who insists that homework be completed each night. I pull this off nightly with varying amounts of tears, screaming and liquor in my system.
I want to believe we aren't the only family in the midst of the Homework Wars.
I want to believe our neighbors are fighting this war, too. Certainly, we aren't the only parents drafted. I want to believe we aren't alone, but I don't see the battle wounds on my fellow parent friends.
Am I the only one who wants to take "new math" and banish it to the bowels of hell? Am I alone here, people?
This war has gone on for so many years I have forgotten who the enemy is.
Is it my daughter who has been known to weep loudly while doing math?
Is it my son who denies having homework until 4 minutes before leaving for school in the morning?
Is it both of them when they announce at 9 PM on a Thursday that they have a school project due the next day that will require poster board, styrofoam balls, duct tape, cotton balls and large amounts of green and blue paint?
Is it the teacher who assumes my children are competent enough to keep me in the loop on such upcoming projects?
Is it the school curriculum that has changed the way kids learn how to add double and triple digits? What's the crime in carrying the one?
Is it me, the helicopter mom? Am I the enemy?
My goal this year has been to sell my helicopter. I will not be a helicopter mother.
I don't actually think I sold my helicopter.
By all appearances, my helicopter crash landed in the midst of the Homework Wars.
Man down! Man down!
I remember hating homework. I remember thinking my teachers were mean for giving me homework and my parents were even meaner for making me do it. I remember tears, yelling, more tears, and the development of my delusional belief that I would eventually outgrow homework.
Ironically, I am a 39-ish year old woman who still HATES 4th -6th grade homework!
My life has come full circle. Now I am the mean, thoughtless mother who insists that homework be completed each night. I pull this off nightly with varying amounts of tears, screaming and liquor in my system.
I want to believe we aren't the only family in the midst of the Homework Wars.
I want to believe our neighbors are fighting this war, too. Certainly, we aren't the only parents drafted. I want to believe we aren't alone, but I don't see the battle wounds on my fellow parent friends.
Am I the only one who wants to take "new math" and banish it to the bowels of hell? Am I alone here, people?
This war has gone on for so many years I have forgotten who the enemy is.
Is it my daughter who has been known to weep loudly while doing math?
Is it my son who denies having homework until 4 minutes before leaving for school in the morning?
Is it both of them when they announce at 9 PM on a Thursday that they have a school project due the next day that will require poster board, styrofoam balls, duct tape, cotton balls and large amounts of green and blue paint?
Is it the teacher who assumes my children are competent enough to keep me in the loop on such upcoming projects?
Is it the school curriculum that has changed the way kids learn how to add double and triple digits? What's the crime in carrying the one?
Is it me, the helicopter mom? Am I the enemy?
My goal this year has been to sell my helicopter. I will not be a helicopter mother.
I don't actually think I sold my helicopter.
By all appearances, my helicopter crash landed in the midst of the Homework Wars.
Man down! Man down!
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