Speechless this morning…

Connor is in Grade 2 and he has a little homework book that he brings home every day. Because I work and often have things after work, he attends aftercare and there they have a great homework programme.

The result is that by the time he gets home he has done his homework – bless – and I can focus on getting him to eat his dinner, get in to the bath and argue with him about whether he has watched too much television. I do have to sign the homework book, which I also try to do each day and may spend a few minutes just touching on some of the homework revision.

But I will confess to being happy to outsource this to the aftercare programme. Trying to do homework with Connor while his two sisters are vying for my attention gets a bit challenging and chaotic.

Last week I was really not compus mentis and really should not have been operating heavy machinery on any of the days. I was having a bit of a depression low ebb funk that lasted all week. I glanced at his homework book and signed it , but did not take cognisense of what was there. What with trying to co-ordinate his chess lessons, getting him to and from his swimming gala, co-ordinating his tennis practice, practicing his numerics and his reading, all while trying to work full time, do the other stuff that moms and normal folk do.

There had been a request to send a box of smarties which I had overlooked. When the teacher placed the note ?smartie box? I had not understood what the hell she was referring to. Only afterwards did I realize my oversight. Well I duly apologized to all concerned and felt like a real tosser for signing something and not reading it (I realize that this alone might make me qualify to work in government) and I thought that was that.

This morning I am looking at the homework book to sign it, and Connor starts talking about the smartie box. I remind him that that was last week’s issue and there is nothing in this week’s homework that says he needs smarties again.

He then says: “My teacher says a SENSIBLE mom would read the week’s homework and get everything for the week, that’s what a SENSIBLE mom would do.” I think I responded with “What! She actually said that…” (I might have said “What the Fukc!” inside my head….)

Connor said yes, and merrily went on his way, our maid Pepe started giggling under her breath.

Note to self:

1. Go and see smartie teacher and give her a smack against the side of the head.

2. Reduce Xmas bonus for Pepe!

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  1. Tania

     /  February 11, 2010

    I had my son practically in tears this morning in the kitchen as he was wearing civvies for school today and was adamant that it was civvies day today and I sent him back to his room to change into school attire… according to NUMEROUS notes from the school… CIVVIES DAY is tomorrow, the 12th FEB, not the 11th!!! At 6:20am I am sms’ing the supervisor so I could argue the point with my son. Turned out my dear sweet son was correct… the school had changed it with NO NOTE of the change. (btw 1 of the several notes that came from the school the past few weeks we actually had to SIGN A RETURN SLIP ACKNOWLEDGING the civvies day for 12 FEB) Go figure!!!

    • reluctantmom

       /  February 11, 2010

      I so feel your pain …. I am still smarting from the sensible mom comment.

  2. The friend that made you do this..

     /  February 10, 2010

    Had a similar moment on Monday – both kids bring home notice of the fact that they are swimming in a gala the next day. Great, only one problem – they need special printed yellow swimming caps for galas at the new school. Blue caps suffice for all other swimming but if you’re representing the school only yellow will do. Gala is on Tuesday afternoon in a town 100km away so the school bus will leave by 12pm but hold on, the uniform shop only opens on Tuesdays and Thursdays from 12pm to 2pm. Major panic, how are we going to get the caps onto their heads before the bus leaves?? Major sense of humour failure threatens to erupt in the kitchen while I enquire of the children as to whether they think I’m a miracle worker – how do I get the uniform shop to open, get the caps onto their heads and all this with no disruption of the working day for which I am paid?? It took all of my self-control to remain focussed on the problem at hand and not sling off about how damn stupid it all is because a yellow cap won’t make you swim any faster!! Both kids crept out the kitchen in fear of the banshee. Luckily the next morning an angel intervened in the form of the school secretary. Dear Sweet Secretary will get the uniform shop owner to open early, if I leave the cash with the angel she’ll pay for them and send them off to my kids’classes before the departure time. I was blown away!! Lesson learnt – don’t be shy to ask for help, be less of a control freak, sometimes others can solve your issues for you! Result of the gala, a couple of good placings and two happy kids in very ugly yellow caps!

    • reluctantmom

       /  February 10, 2010

      I would have expected hours of energy effing and blinding about the school and it would never have occurred to me to ask someone for help!! I really do wonder what schools actually think parents are doing – are we waiting with baited breath for thier every notes? With facebook/twitter/email/webpages – they really could find ways to inform parents of what is happening and what is needed more timeously.

      I am always amazed at how much last minute running around I do when I am informed of something with no time to prepare what so ever. It freaks me out!!! I am of course not talking about the times when they tell me and I just ignore the notes

      I must confess I have serious doubts at my ability to maintain a full time job by the time Georgia gets to Grade 1 – Connor will be in Grade 4 and Isabelle will probably be in a a pre-school, so I am going to be running around like a chicken without a bum to poop out of!!!

  3. Tania

     /  February 10, 2010

    Ha ha ha ha ha… its happened to ALL of us… Jason checks the homework and works through it with Ethan as he has more patience in that area than I do and I read the letters/notes from the school/supervisor/monitor and respond accordingly… (Ethan’s school doesn’t have “teachers” but a supervisor and monitor per class)… task this week is to find a bean and grow it before his science pace is complete otherwise he cannot write his pace test… keep forgetting to find a bean or buy a packet… Hhhhmmmmmmmm

    • reluctantmom

       /  February 10, 2010

      I had to buy grass the other day for a school project for Connor – the grass you walk on not the one you smoke. It appeared it might have been easier to buy the one you smoke …… it really is all just too much!


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