Chiming in on the homework thing, I want to say that in my case the great test scores that overshadowed the crappy homework combined with generally being well-behaved did me a disservice of life-altering proportions. Doing homework was painfully frustrating - it always felt like it took forever, and was rather like trying to work up the nerve to pull my own teeth with rusty pliers. It went best when there was enough pressure to bring on an adrenaline rush, so putting it off until the last possible moment was key to my strategy. The noise of the household was a problem, too. By fifth grade I was habitually waking up in the small hours of the morning to do it - and no, my parents did not bother to check that I had completed it, nor did they have any clue that the established environment of kids doing homework in the dining room while the tv blared in from the living room created havok in my brain.
To give my mother some credit, last year when I finally figured out I have AD/HD, she did not respond with "But you aren't hyper", like so many other people who knew me in school did.
Didja get that coffee, Perkins. I just made a yummy big pot.
Oh yeah, coffee. Good plan.
No school today. Happy New Year. I'm off to work early so I can get some done before the kids are up then home for more homework battles.
Coffee gooood.
Nicole and SailAweigh have been safely delivered (sad), and now I am going back to bed, once I am done with my I have my apartment back dance. (Nicole and Sail will be doing their dances later.)
Laura - if you're still around, insent to your profile address (just so you don't wonder who the random e-mail is from).
Harvey cat just licked my ear lobe.
I lifted him up and said, "can't we just be friends?"
I think he understands.
I've decided to not go to the office today. I'll stay home and keep the kids on task. Still have to run to Office Depot and buy paper though. Guess that means I have to get out of my jammies. BIL is working on my back room. Maybe I'll take pictures and get color ideas.
edit to note that I am somehow my fingers are randomly spilling out the boring details of my morning. I think I'll eat some yogurt now.
Andi and I drove 22 miles to see
Serenity
last night.
Wow.
Now I get to plow through several hundred Firefly posts since last Friday.
