Monday, September 24, 2007

And so it begins...

The homework whine. They whine. I need wine. They did really well for the first two weeks. Now they're stomping, throwing pencils and making multiple trips to the bathroom. It's almost impossible to explain to a 7 year old that helping them does not mean I will give them the answers. Kyle is supposed to be getting the colored pencils for his math paper and I can hear a piano being played-Hmmm. Another stalling tactic.

I get so frustated by the whining and arguing . It's been never-ending lately. About anything and every thing. Girls are definitely the worst. How does a tiny little pink bundle of joy turn into a wailing banshee? Kendra would argue about whether the sun was up or not.
And the volume of all this whining and arguing. I just can't take it!! On a decibel scale I think they land right at about "chainsaw" which is just slightly below the range for human pain threshold and just slightly above the range for serious hearing damage. Isn't that special. I really don't think they can hear themselves. They can't possibley since they all talk at the same time and ask the same question three times while they're standing next to eachother.

So I'm guessing that in a few years this will be a permanent look for me and not just something Kieran has created. God help me.

And speaking of school, here's the first day of second grade picture.

I was just tallying how many times I said
"stop talking" while they did homework for 30 minutes.



Jen4 @ Amazing Trips said...

Oh man, I'm going to have a hard time reading your blog, Heidi. Seriously ... I don't need to be hearing that they'll STILL be whining FIVE years from now. No, no, no. That's NO good at all.

I love your new look. Not bad after SEVEN years of whining. :)

HW said...

Uh, I hate to say this but the homework thing? I'm not sure it will improve. My daughter is very diligent (she's 13). But my son? Not so much. Just last night he said to me "Mom, I do not have it in me to try any harder in English. At least not until the teacher apologizes to me."
Statements like that make me want to poke my eye out with a rusty ice pick....

Hang in there,
The other Heidi