It all started this afternoon when I tried to get monkey man to do his homework. Now I despise homework. I mean really really really hate it. What is the point of doing work at home? These kids do not get to come home and relax. Many spend hours every night at home doing more school work and studying for tests than they do having fun. It is no wonder we all feel like childhood doesn’t last long. It is filled up with work. I get it that it is supposed to teach our kids but really they don’t get enough lessons in at school? They have to come home and do it as well?
By the way did I mention that Monkey Man is only 4? He is in Pre-K and already has homework. He cannot read and cannot write and has homework. So how does he have to get this homework done? Well of course the parent has to do it with him. Now we pay $245 a month for monkey man to go to preschool Monday Wednesday and Friday from 8:45am to 11:45am. So you are telling me that for that $245 a month my child still has to come home and be taught by me? I am paying you to teach him for a reason.
So tonight monkey man was not having any of it. The only spare time I had to help him do it was during his normal TV time. I get it, I really do. There are only so many TV shows that we let him watch with us and he just wanted to watch his favorite show with Daddy like he normally does but he had homework to do.
Now my husband works very long hours 4am- 8:00pm Monday-Saturday. We only get to spend time with him on Sundays and my son loves the time he gets with his dad because it is very limited. I would normally get his homework for the weekend out of the way on Saturdays but monkey man had one of his migraines and I was not going to put him through that. Saturday night he spent the night at my mother’s house and when we picked him up on Sunday we had to first go to Lowes, then run everything we bought to a job site for my husband. Following this we all went to look at houses in hopes we can finally get out of this apartment.
So by the time we got home on Sunday night it was 4pm. I still had laundry I needed to get washed so my husband had clothes to wear to work the next morning. I needed to take the dogs down for their walk since they had been locked up all day. I needed to get the steak and corn ready for dinner. I needed to get the dishes put in the dishwasher, get dinner made, and get the clothes switched over and put away.
So by the time I was ready to help him with his homework it was 7pm and daddy was ready to watch their show. Things went down probably how you would imagine it. There was arguing and yelling and finally I had enough. I yelled at him. I mean I really let all my frustration for the week out and yelled. Then proceeded to force him to do the homework for the next hour and miss the show because he was going to have to get to bed to be up early in the morning for school. So here I am at 11:30 pm on a Sunday night feeling like a horrible mother for yelling at my child over something I did not want him to have to do anyways.
So my wonderful mothers and those who are educators,
What are your thoughts on homework? Do you ever yell at your child when you shouldn’t? Please leave me a comment below and let me know.
I leave you with these lovely pieces of advice while I sit here feeling sorry for my temper:
We worry about what a child will become tomorrow, yet we forget that he is someone today. ~Stacia Tauscher
If our American way of life fails the child, it fails us all. ~Pearl S. Buck
Children need the freedom and time to play. Play is not a luxury. Play is a necessity. ~Kay Redfield Jamison