You wouldn't think that boy would be even the slightest bit able to frustrate me, would you?
School started last week, and he's in middle school now. That means the work is....*gasp*.... harder. Really, it just means that he finally has to put in a little effort to get good grades. I really have no doubt he'll be fine, and that it will come easier to him that it does to his brother. At least for now.
Tonight we (Notice the "we"? If you've read me for any length of time--or are just discovering me and have decided to immerse yourself in my archives--you will have seen the pattern by now of how homework goes around here. They bring it home, I sit locked in the den with them until it gets done. I apparently like to include myself in my children's homework responsibilities. We've tried prying me away. Didn't work. If someone wants to stage an intervention, contact Coach, okay?) had a paper to write for English. Just the usual first English paper of the year stuff--Summer Vacation.
(I think I'll actually get his permission and post it here soon. It's pretty short, and perfectly showcases his natural sarcasm! Why yes, he takes after me! Why do you ask?)
So we get done writing the paper (again with the "we", although I can actually say with all honesty that he wrote this one on his own) and discover that the printer is out of ink. Won't print a single letter of the paper. Bug also quite conveniently didn't write down any notes on the assignment, so I have no way of knowing if it actually has to be turned in tomorrow or not.
"I'll email the teacher!" I thought. That would have been brilliant.... if I had the email address.
So after a brief, but extremely heartfelt, bit of grumbling back and forth between he and I, I decided to don my "Wally World Dress Clothes" (sweat pants and a t-shirt... it was still too early to go in my jammies) at 10:30 AT NIGHT, I headed out to buy printer ink. Then I came home to a house full of sleeping EVERYBODIES. Even the dogs. There was no one up to appreciate my sacrifice.
So, um.... about that intervention? Maybe you could schedule that kind of soon, mm'kay?