Do kids seem to have WAY MORE homework than we did when we were young? I graduated in 1991, and we didn't have anything to do at home until 3rd grade, never did anything in the summer, and except for big projects or art classes, I really don't remember spending very much time on it.

My godson, who is 13, has so much homework THIS SUMMER. Homework in every subject. Math every day. 2 different book presentations. A presentation on the Civil War. It seems like so much! I think he now HATES reading, and he used to love it.

Burrell, what Maria said.

Self, what Maria said.

Do kids seem to have WAY MORE homework than we did when we were young?

Yes. Even in high school, I never minded getting detention because it meant I could get a lot, if not all, of my homework done and leave the books at school.

Under details, it said "1:02 PM Undeliverable - Incorrect Address." I was here at that address at 1 p.m. Am I supposed to do something or hope USPS figures it out?

Seems worth calling to me, but I don't mind those kinds of calls.

Great, I'm getting volunteered for yet another meeting this afternoon. Die, meetings, die.

Those people don't exist. I promise.

Yeah, I probably looked like one of those kids from the outside (outside my family, that is) but I was no picnic for my parents

1:02 PM Undeliverable - Incorrect Address

Maybe it means the deliverer was at the incorrect address?

Just finished my nachos. End of the month has become chock full of issues and salespeople urgently wanting information so they can justify why they aren't meeting their goals this month...

Maybe my hot dogs will be more delicious. Still kinda warm...

Save me from well meaning neighbors. Jack is doing well in his obedience training, but he still barks are people not in this family. Sometimes it is warning, sometimes it is demanding (they gave me a couple treats, I want a million) and sometimes it is aggressive. We are working with his trainer on different techniques to help him and he is making progress.

Today I took him in the backyard and one neighbor was in her yard cleaning up. He yipped at her and then when she popped her head over the fence he went nuts. I didn't have him on a leash, so we came back in to get one. She came out to the open space with us and kept getting too close to him, saying she understood, he was still a puppy and still learning and I kept saying we needed to work on a training technique that involved distance. He couldn't calm down, so we ended up coming back inside. The neighbor wasn't upset, but we want his training sessions to be more success than failure and this felt like a big failure.

I mostly brag about Emmett and Matilda because it feels a bit disloyal to air their failings. But I promise they both have generated a goodly number of hair pulling moments. Which has inspired less than ideal parenting from me involving yelling, cutting snark or deep blasts of impatience.

However, all the pictures of them goofing around and cuddling and loving each other are a true and accurate document of their relationship. So they *do* excel at sib love.

But Emmett blew off his classes so hard his second semester of senior year in HS that he almost failed to graduate and had his college acceptance rescinded. And when Matilda is not the most delightful stylista and maker of clever objects, she is the whiniest, most super sensitive, indolent, infuriatingly dawdling child that ever slow walked her way to school.

The non-parenting equivalent of this is people who think I'm "always doing something fun." No. 90% of the time, I'm sitting on my sofa. You just only hear about the other 10%.

Yes. Even in high school, I never minded getting detention because it meant I could get a lot, if not all, of my homework done and leave the books at school.

I tried to do most of mine in homeroom, lunch, or other classes so I did not have to carry the books home. That sounds bad now.

But so much of BFF's life is just trying to get her kids to do and/or turn in homework, and it seems hard.

But so much of BFF's life is just trying to get her kids to do and/or turn in homework, and it seems hard.

Seriously the greatest thing since Pay At The Pump was Emmett's aftercare program where they made everybody do their homework for 45 minutes, so it was already done by the time I picked him up. Which also trained him to just get it done and out of the way and he kept the habit up. Before that we had so many tearful nights of math homework.

Matilda's aftercare also does homework, though it's not quite as dedicated. But she's pretty good about finishing it off when she gets home before dinner.