So, we’re in the deepest, darkest, misery of
MIDDLE SCHOOL HOMEWORK.
Let me just first say thank you to Jesus Himself for not calling me to be a teacher. It’s not just something you do. It’s not just a job, people. You have to be called into this ministry.
You ask, “do you have homework?”
Ok, are you doing it before or after dinner.
I’m going to take a break first then I’ll do it.
Ok, is it much.
Dad comes home
“Quick” game of football with dad (what witch of a mother denies time with the dad?)
8 pm rolls around
dad says go take a shower
other child is done with homework now and is watching tv
hey, are you done with your homework?
(i really want to launch into the lecture about your income will reflect your effort someday)
awww mom, can i just take a break for a minute?
finally gets around to the homework and realizes he’s got TONS and they are long math problems OR the dreaded essay that must be typed into MY ACCESS. (please don’t get me started on that program that is supposed to teach my kid to write.)
Y’all, I’m just venting. Yes, in the grand scheme of things this is so minor.
I should just be thankful they are healthy and not in jail.
There will be soooo many more awful things for me to deal with when they are DRIVING (shut up!).
I want to go back here for a day when they were little and there was no homework and they were in the boat with my daddy just rowing around the pond without a care in the world. Yes, I think I will sit here for a spell…
Y’all would be so proud of me though. I didn’t raise my voice, or lecture. I doled out GRACE today. Growing up is hard. I’m surrounded by beautiful, strong, grounded, and wise women that I can send facebook messages to and tell them I’m falling apart and I’m not tough enough for this SIMPLE issue and they will talk me off the ledge. (and by ledge, I mean box of oreos)
I made myself go walking and I made myself eat a good, healthy lunch.
Sometimes, even the simple things seem monumental. I might be called on by God to do and go through the impossible. But today, it was just irritating.
My momma always says, “this too shall pass.” She’s right.