I often try to remember what the hell I did when I was in 3rd grade trying to do homework. Help from Mom or Dad — uhhh NOPE! First my Mom barely spoke English and Dad, well his English was of stuff you would find in a Chinese to English, or vice versa, dictionary. Basically it was do your homework, come home with good grades step back, fix your pig tails, stand up straight and smile. If I came home with the old “S” for satisfactory instead of “E”, for excellent, I might as well pack my sleeping bag and camp back at the school. Seriously I’m guiding homework for 2 kindergarteners and a 3rd grader and my head is absolutely spinning…I actually have centers in my house.
And the icing on the cake today — phone call from 3rd grader’s teacher, “Mrs. P, this is Mrs. C, your son is doing a lot of day dreaming in class and refuses to finish his center work”. Oh holy hell, maybe because he’s sitting in my center crying while I’m crying “can’t you just write something, please write something, anything..write “I” come on!!!
And the sprinkles on top of the icing? I get to go to his center tomorrow morning and figure out what the deal is. All this whining is of course just me…whining and of course I will do what a good mother ought to do and stand by her child, but there’s that child in me saying what the &%@#$!!! I bet my parents never saw a center in their lives.
