|We are smack in the middle of the 5th week of school. This back to school season has been especially intense. I feel like everything is moving 100 mph, and I have no way of slowing anything down. Every day is a new juggle and I’m throwing balls into the air and just trying to catch whatever ball is coming down to throw it back up. |
What has been particularly grueling about this back to school season is homework.
I’ve been doing homework for 4 years now. Yes, it’s “their” homework, but we all know that it’s really ours. My oldest is in third grade now and it finally happened. I knew it was coming too, the writing had been on the wall since the end of last year.
There I was making dinner in the kitchen. Blake (my oldest) was sitting at the table completing her math packet, when she called me over for help. “Mommy I don’t understand how to get this answer,” she says so sweetly, so innocently. I read the question, and right there in that moment I knew. I knew I had no flipping idea how to do it. I had to look my sweet little daughter right in the eyes and say “let me see what google says.”
I thought I would at least make it to 5th grade before I started struggling with her homework, or at the very least up to fractions. I always hated fractions. But this 3rd grade homework had me.
What was worse? I also couldn’t figure it out with a google search, texting my smartest friend, or Alexa. Now I had to sit back and cross my fingers my husband also couldn’t figure it out, and I wasn’t the only adult who could not do 3rd grade math in my house. He did know how to do it by the way, which I was obviously happy about so that she could get an explanation. However, it was not a blow my ego was ready to take.
So if you need me, I will be completing my 3rd grade math workbooks behind the scenes trying to catch up.