I Hate Homework
It all seemed just like a regular afternoon. The girls came home from school, ate a snack and started on their homework. We chatted about their day while Sydney colored. Georgia, my kindergartner, was halfway through her weekly packet of "work" and Audrey, my third-grader, had already finished her math sheet. They had been working less than five minutes. A whole afternoon of possibilities stretched out before us.
And then Audrey turned to her spelling assignment.
Every week, Audrey has the same four spelling homework assignments. She has to do a crossword puzzle, a word search, put the words in alphabetical order, and write 7 of her 15 words in sentences. She is allowed to choose which activity to do on which day and other than the word search which is always a struggle because of its size, her homework is pretty routine.
So, having done the crossword puzzle on Monday afternoon, the next easiest in Audrey's mind is always the ABC order. She's done it tons of times, it usually takes her five minutes.
But not this time.
Right before my eyes, my daughter turned into a weeping, blubbery mess over spelling. Oh, it was too HARD. She could NEVER learn to spell those words. They were TOO hard. There was no WAY she'd ever be able to put them in alphabetical order. Oh, the AGONY.
If I didn't know she was just 7 1/2, I would've thought for sure she had PMS.
And the weeping and gnashing of teeth went on for 90 excruciating minutes.
Now, this is an extreme example, actually the worst it has ever been as far as drama goes. But with Audrey, homework is frequently a battle. She doesn't seem to grasp that if she would just stop complaining and do it, she could go do something fun. Fortunately, Georgia is the type of kid who will just face an unpleasant task, do it, and be done. So she is done with the week's homework on Mondays after about ten minutes. I am thankful not to have to fight this battle with two of them at once.Continued on the next page