Speaking of taking things easy, I found this in the backpack of my youngest child the other night:
“Please Study” is right! Obviously the kid didn’t even look at his spelling words. Forget the atrocious handwriting, if he’d looked at the words even once, he’d have known that most of them ended the same way. There were also several untouched homework packets in there and a couple notes from who-knows-when.
I sat there at my kitchen table, staring at the tangible evidence of parenting gone all wrong and wanted to weep. Mostly because I don’t know where all that time went. It feels like he brings home a new packet every other day and here it’s been a good month since he returned even one. I emailed his teacher and it turns out he’s been missing class celebrations and all sorts of things at school because of this. Which, let me point out, I agree with. But still, I can’t imagine how humiliating that must feel–to be the kid kept in at recess, or missing out on the party or getting back a spelling test in which you spelled three words right!! I’d have wanted to crawl in a hole and die.
Somebody’s after-school social schedule is about to become severely restricted.