Yesterday (or the last two weeks) I’ve been out of my mind.
Because today the boys conspired to destroy my summer dreams.
It took Evan TWO hours to finish to workbook pages, front and back. We have started on Sean’s 5th hour. He did one workbook page front and back and was required to write his name twice and capital A and lower case a twice. He still has one set of A’s to go.
So. We didn’t go to the library for story time and signing up for the summer reading program. We didn’t go to the bread store or the bakery, which needs to be done today. We didn’t watch a DVD. The house isn’t picked up. We didn’t do a craft. I didn’t get to make the phone calls that needed to be made. I didn’t get my nap. I didn’t get to make my planned lunch. Right now, we’re not going swimming.
I left them alone. I sat with them. I nagged them. I withheld lunch. I sent Sean to his room twice. Evan has done pick up duty twice for bugging Sean. I took a Mommy time out.
Just when I decided to a) start screaming, b) start guilting, or c) become snide and sarcastic, I decided I had enough, stormed upstairs and took a shower. I was “this” close to becoming my mother. God, help me. Now that I’m refreshed with pain meds for the headache, I’m writing this post with the door shut and locked with Evan and Aidan doing God knows what and Sean should still be glued to his seat at the table. This right here is why I don’t homeschool.
My children and I are stubborn. Pig-headed, really. They have issues with authority that they are passive-aggressive with. I only see one solution and damnit it’ll work. I think I have a problem here.
Back to the drawing board. Because today isn’t over, and tomorrow is a new day.
I still don’t feel hopeful, but at least I’ve rejected screaming, sarcasm, guilting, and beatings as solutions.