We had family time this weekend and we ate Lebanese food, watched Cultural dances and experienced an "Eastern" form of Christian worship. Not bad for a weekend. Last week I was just having a rough week and my heart wasn't in my job as teacher. Processing medical stuff, and Life (with a capital L) was too hard. So I let my children off from school for 2 whole days... Why do I do this to myself? It's like setting myself up for failure...
Last night I didn't set up the workboxes, I was tired! So I set my alarm for early this morning and with the help of a thunder storm I dragged my anemic body out of bed. While I'm prepping school Sweet Potato comes in and informs me I'm wrong... You see I bought her leopard print "duct" tape as a treat this weekend, but its actually "wall" tape the fact that it's really a long vinyl sticker which I think would be easier to use, uh darling you can cut it with scissors and it doesn't stick to them... was irrelevant... it wasn't "duct" tape and I was wrong to buy it for her. Cause I'm always wrong... right... I'm mom... I also secretly know where everyone shoes are too right???
Not the way I wanted to start my day, since she was !devastated! that it wasn't duct tape, (oh the horror) I gave her 2 options:
1. I could put it on the craft shelf and anyone can use it, since she didn't like it.
2. She could try again, but this time say something like "Mom I don't know how to use this tape, can you help me?"
Funny she opted for option 2.
Happily I only had to prod her to eat breakfast. She was 15 minutes late to school... alas this was a foretaste of what was to come. As I worked through her note book I noticed missing work. As I checked her narrations I discovered a need for more guidance. As I set up her favorite subject I noticed a distinct lack of answered questions. *sigh* they were all character issues she struggles with, At her age I would have left them blank as well.
So after reviewing all the incomplete work that needed to be completed in the homework box... she was now a good 45 minutes behind. Yet I still had hope, dictation went quick, then we had a disciplinary issue. *sigh* Time in's take so long! Moving on to grammar she bombed the oral drill. I was forced to add review and literature to the homework pile. That did not bode well for her attitude. Upon reaching Algebra (with a capital A) and having to find the Least Common Multiple using Prime Optimization, she fell back on to the dumb game and could not tell me what a prime number is, or how to do it... I had a suspicion she was a bit lost as to the "why" tho she had the "how to" down last week. I was planning on stopping here till she can do it without help. Following a LSG style I'm having her ask herself a series of questions to prompt herself though the work. She can now do long division this way so why not LCM? and Prime Factorization??
I called her on the dumb game and basically she was mad the homework pile is growing (so lets take extra long with math and see if mom gets mad! woohoo!) This behavior mystifies me
I have lots of work .... ergo
I will not do my work ....ergo
I have more work to do.
This was repeated 3 more times, each time I called her on her behavior, each time she knew the answer but gave the wrong one to see how I would respond. Child give your poor long suffering Mom a break already! Can you see me banging my head against the wall? She received lunch courtesy of my loving husband, as well as a trip to the principals office for a chat.
Many hugs later I sent her up to do her independent work, and I focused on Little Miss Sunshines teacher led work. One discussion about trusting God, a read aloud on Mozart's family, flash cards and grammar and boom we we're done. I hid in my bed room for 20 more minutes, really it's the teachers lounge.
So I hear lots of foot steps up stairs and I think I better go check. I want to trust but should I? It's not been a good day so far. I walk up the stairs and get a glimpse of her getting herself back in her seat. I discover she has yet to complete one of her assignments. At least she was honest and admitted she was talking out loud to herself about her future. *sigh* So were back to trust but verify... setting my timer for every 25 minutes, and walking up the stairs to check on her, managed to keep her on track. My Knight in Shining Armor helped her with Newtons principal while I made dinner. Her friend with bright eyes visited at 6:30 in hopes she would be done, but alas she was not. It's 9pm she's actually done and tucked in her bed.
Here's to a better tomorrow. :-) I can still hope right?
And yes I have Sweet Potato's permission to blog about her day. :-) she likes fame and fortune.