I'm not even going to try to sugar-coat this one. I HATE homework. I always discourage the kids from using the "h-word", but in this case, there is just not a strong enough, reader friendly word to describe my feelings towards homework. And it's not even MY homework!! K brings home work to be done, for the fourth grade nonetheless, and it blows my mind. Between month-long science projects, letters to the Spanish Monarchs about exploration of the Texas land, and **gulp** division, I am very impressed that this Momma has not become a closet lush. Having an autistic child, we have to teach new concepts to him over and over until they finally stick in his mind for good. After a long day of work, evenings filled with football, dance and/or gymnastics, the last thing anyone in this house wants to do is homework. Throughout the week I get minimal genuine quality time with my little stinkers, and homework has really put a damper on this time. The most frustrating for me is when new concepts are brought home, with twenty different questions to be completed, and K gets that "deer in the headlights" look when I ask him to do the problem or answer the question. That generally means I am going to have to explain the problem and resolution to him. Oh Em Geeee. I do not, nor have I ever, want to be a teacher. Don't get me wrong, I have a very, very high respect and love for those precious angel teachers that train our future leaders, but that is most definitely not my calling. No sir. This is very apparent when I try to teach, or reteach, new concepts to K. Through an immense amount of patience, we somehow work our way through the work. So, in short, I would love to hear any other homework woes out there. Maybe you can help me feel like less of a crybaby. :)
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