Perfect Sense
When does the logic part of the brain develop and become active?
I mean to me it all makes perfect sense. To the girls? It might as well be greek.
Homework. I'm not a tyrant about it. I believe it should be done when we get home. If they need help, ask for it. HELP. I will not do the homework for them. I've done elementary school. And passed. I don't need to do it again. They, apparently do.
To me, homework is not done until the work is complete, I've looked it over, signed it, and it's back in the home folder, and in the book bag ready for tomorrow. To the girls, it's done when the work is done and it's left on the table (or the floor, or the sofa, or the chair, or their bed, or your guess is as good as mine). That usually means there is a mad search for homework just as we're trying to run out the door in the morning.
I've tried to tell them until I'm blue in the face, put it in your home folder the night before, but well, they have more important things to do. Such as torment their brother when he's home, throw clothes all over the floor, argue with each other about stupid stuff I don't even want to know about.
Oh, and like TN Becky I didn't realize that shoes now belong in brother's room, and in the bathroom closet and every now and again, they belong in the kitchen. I would have never believed the one place they didn't belong would be the girls' closet.
I figure a few more days of left at home homework, and a couple of days without shoes, and clothes (I can't wash what I don't have) they might begin to change their ways. I can only hope
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From Tennessee Becky....
(I wrote again today along these same lines.....here we go doing the cyber-twin thing again)
I am telling you, they do it on purpose. Homework scattered everywhere, shoes in different places, underwear (clean or dirty) in the shoe box. They do it so they can hear us scream, no, let me rephrase that, they do it so they can ignore us. And then of course we are to blame for the lost shoes and global warming.
We live in the "country", and last night one left a pair of shoes on the porch, SHE is lucky a critter of sorts didn't drag them off to parts unknown. The answer? "You should have seem them when you came home from work, mom!" Sorry, I didn't know I was supposed to be on the lookout for shoes, I'll make note of that.
Let's say it now....all moms...let's unite...let's go to an island somewhere...Edwardo is serving the drinks-he's hunky of course, will give a great massage and we have no worries. And we don't have do long division or fractions, or find the mate to the black Nike found on top of the dryer...
I love my kids...I love my kids...I love my kids.....
I hate homework...esp. when my kids want me to do it for them. Like you, I've already DONE school..!!
And I don't wash clothes....unless they BRING them to me...otherwise..wear dirty clothes! They'll learn one way or the other!
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