|Homework is going to be the death of me….||Nov 10, ’09 4:43 PM
for Mel ‘s network
I really didn’t like third grade homework when I had to do it, and I like it even LESS when I am doing it over as a 34 year old helping an 8 year old.Actually, when I was in 3rd grade I was in a private school and arrived VERY early since the bus dropped us off before dropping of the public school kids. So, I would do all my homework before school and then spend the day reading my bible. I. KNOW. Hard to believe, isn’t it? I actually used to read the bible!!
But, I digress….
So, we have been doing homework for the past 45 minutes now and I think my frickin head is gonna explode. I’d have a margarita but the reason we are rushing because we have our first girl scout meeting tonight. That’s right. Girl freakin scouts. That’s a WHOLE ‘nother story, filled with childhood trauma I might add…. so, anyway, no drinks for Momma.
So, Carsten HATES math. With a fiery burning passion. She stalls, she avoids, she makes excuses…. this is extra annoying because she gets all this fantastic character traits from me. And? I ALSO HATE MATH.
So, it goes like this.
The problem is something like: Write a ballpark estimate and then solve this problem. 102 + 254 =
So we get to the estimate, 100 +250. I am TRYING to teach her to add 10 + 25 and just add a 0 to your answer. I say, what is 10 + 25? (she KNOWS this like the back of her hand by the way)
At this point she throws out a bunch of random numbers in an attempt to drive me insane so that I will just give her the answer.
I refuse to give in and ask her again until I am red in the face, you can see veins on my forehead and there is smoke coming out of my ears. I also occasionally want to bang my head against a brick wall. HARD.
At several points she attempts tactics to avoid the question. Such as petting the dogs, blowing up her juice box like a balloon and laying on her side.
Then we repeat this process for the next 50 or so problems.
Jesus on a bike. I don’t know who is closer to tears. Me or Carsten