I was a SPED--they totally worried about overtaxing us. Seventh grade homework was a terrible shock. I think even those "Perfect" kids drive each other or their parents nuts sometimes.

Oh, crap, the Healthy Community Workshop started 15 minutes ago. I guess I'm not going to that.

I will console myself with ice cream.

Maybe it's for the best I'm not there.

Yeah, I don't know what I'd do with a kid who wasn't self-motivated, because I just did all the shit I was supposed to do. And was Good At School.

Jesse is me. I don't remember ever thinking that my parents could help me with my homework. Everything my father "helped" me with was a disaster, so I tried to never let him know I needed help.

Late this afternoon, my house reappeared to the USPS and my package was delivered. WTF? Did the postal carrier not feel like walking up the hill to my house yesterday?

Glad you got your package, Ginger. Mysterious as the resolution remains.

Solved my dinner dilemma - fish and asparagus, already cooked, no chopping or slicing needed, perfectly fine eaten cold. Hooray! I meant to have wine with, but I forgot. I'll have an after dinner glass in a little while.

oh my god, the fights my dad and I had when he tried to help me with my math homework. oof.

When I was taking care of my brother's kids in May my nephew, who was in first grade, had homework. He just had a page of SUPER EASY (for him, not just for me) work that was complete torture to get him to do every evening. Fortunately the 8th grader was completely self-motivating and self-sufficient. I don't think I could have managed getting both of them through the week otherwise. Of course, she completely decompensated when her parents got home and burst into tears when they gave her a present from their trip. Why did they pick out such "ugly" tee-shirts for her? Did they not love her at all?!

Parenting is no joke!

From the Medical University of S.C. list [link] of ways to help acid reflux:

Raising the head of your bed may also help to counteract the loss of gravity that occurs from lying down.

I blame Rick for making my ovaries explode.

Loss of gravity?

I had no idea.

Eta I'm actually lying down right now. Don't feel any lighter.

Other than my dad trying to help with advanced math in HS (so fraught), I don't remember a lot of help with homework. I do remember my mom helping me prank people though.

The fraught times with my mom were over 4H projects, especially sewing. I accepted school as my job but sewing brought out the don't wanna.

Speaking of homework, I hope the Loyola students are burdened with it soon. It helps keep the neighborhood relatively quiet.