Have I ever told you how much I hate homework?
Seriously. I'd rather be cleaning toilets-and that says a lot.
It's not so much the fact that Jake needs help, I get that. I understand that the whole fine motor and written expression disability make it incredibly hard to do the whole written thing. It's the whining, crying, fussing, freaking out and can't-you-just-do-it-for-me attitude that gets me. Considering how rough the last week has been, homework has been akin to getting a pig to dance the cha-cha, but tonight we did it.
A paragraph on Navajo Code Talkers only took an hour and a half, numerous meltdowns and freak outs over nothing. He doesn't want to do it because "I hate paragraphs." and then it's "well I'm sad because my desk at school was moved." and then "I can't concentrate" and don't forget "but I'm so sad because yesterday was the memorial and I can't stop thinking about it." We're ALL sad, baby. Unfortunately life goes on and school work needs to be finished, bills need to be paid, laundry needs to be done. That's the cold hard truth of life. For a solid week this house has been on a giant emotional roller coaster, with not much end in sight. He's swung everywhere from inconsolably crying to clingy, hiding out in his bed to tackling us with hugs and then bouts of anger. I was so exhausted yesterday that at 6:30 Hubs found me dead asleep on the couch.
My response to the please-can-I-get-out-of-homework plea? "Your friend would've told you to suck it up, so come on, let's finish this."
*sigh* And the very next thing I heard after we finished and I sent him away, heaving a sigh of relief and settling for 5 precious minutes of bloggity time?
Cue Hubs with the ultra-whiny voice....
"Cookies??? Please??? Can you make cookies? We're out! "
What's that saying that a woman's work is never done? Why was I even thinking of adding 4 college courses and another job to the mix? Have I just completely lost my living MIND?