Sunday, 5 April 2009

I didn't think it would be possible to hate ..

.. homework more than I did in primary school but I do.

I have been fighting with Alex all day to get a reading journal entry done (a whole 15 lines of handwriting) and I am at breaking point. I gave up the opportunity to go out and see friends, do what I want to do, listen to music at more than a whisper, all to stay home and try to get him to do his homework.

I have tried sitting with him, prompting him. He leaned on me and complained he was tired.

I moved further away and ignored him. He ignored me right back and still didn't write anything.

I tried the assertive approach (do it or else I'll remove privileges). He said he didn't care.

I went the 'bribery' route and promised some internet time if he could just finish it before the beginning of the next decade. The sarcasm went over his head like a 747 and he went to get a drink.

I followed him to make sure he didn't put himself back to bed (for the third time today) and was told in no uncertain terms to 'get out of his face'.

I am now sitting in the study, hiding from him (and the rest of the world if you must know!) and listening to this child who was so exhausted he couldn't even get off the floor (where he put himself mind you!), laughing very loudly at a conversation his brothers are having in the other room, all the while swinging on the very same chair he couldn't find the energy to even sit on 10 minutes ago.

Another one of those things that mothers don't tell their as-yet-childless friends.

"You know how you thought that cats invented passive resistance and passive-aggressiveness? Nope. It was teenagers."

I don't know who said this originally but it rings oh so true for me today:

"Some days being a mother is like being pecked to death by a chicken."

Amen sistah, Amen!!


Anonymous said...

Keep your chin up .... he goes back to school tomorrow!!

Donna said...

Yeah .. just in time for a detention tomorrow afternoon for .. can you guess? .. not handing in homework! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!

Kathie said...

oh you poor love!! Let him do the time for the crime, you never know by the 4th or 5th time of detention he may just get the idea??? Makes it so hard sometimes. Just hang in there it won't last forever honey!!! You get to have a bit of a chuckle when they grow up and have kids
:-) Maybe not to their faces, but you know that silent mother laugh, the one you know you really shouldn't let the kids know about when something is so amusing but you know that you can't laugh at them or it would hurt their feelings........
Love Kathie