Last night was a super fun night of Homework Help with 9. You see, when your child cannot write, who writes for him? You guessed it! ME. Last night’s homework was especially painful…one of the items for Math Homework was a math game…a game that required someone (ME) to cut approximately 50 game cards, dig up game “chips”, find dice, set up the board, move 9’s game piece for him each time, help him figure out the math part of it, write down the steps on the “Game Record”, etc. Have I mentioned how much I DESPISE games? UGH. And, I hate games that come in a box, ready to go…games that I have to basically create myself are a special form of torture. Thanks, 3rd Grade Teacher! *growls*
And that was just one part of his 8 different ‘things’ he had for homework. As they get older, they are supposed to need less and less help…well, with the lack of fine motor skills, 9 will always needs someone’s help. And, again, by someone, I mean ME. It’s my cross to bear and I really should just STFU** about it…he’s a lucky kid…I’m a lucky mama…S-T-F-U.
So, we’re upstairs working on the ‘word sort’ and ‘type words 2x’ thing when I hear banging and clanging coming from the kitchen…normally I would scream ‘WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON DOWN THERE?’ but I decided to be Zen and just let the Frug deal with whatever it was…
When I came downstairs later…what did I find? A clean kitchen! Like really clean. The Frug and 12 cleaned up after dinner…unloaded the dishwasher, reloaded it, and cleaned the counters! With actual cleaning products! The place looked and smelled clean!
And I didn’t have to ask them! The Frug saw me struggling to keep it together w/the _)@$*U&( homework and he thought it might be nice to clean the kitchen for me. *swoons*
I think I’m in love!
**STFU means ‘Shut The F*ck Up’ just in case you didn’t know! 😉