Two hours of baseball and then over an hour of working on a second grade school project. “Have you finished your facts yet?” “How many facts did you finish?” “Can you please finish your facts?” “No, you can’t put that all together until your facts are done.” Seriously. Writing down eight facts on cards (which he already dictated to me and I wrote down on paper) should not take over an hour! I’m beat. It’s just so frustrating to try to remain calm and not let the voice in my head actually scream out, “Get your damn facts done!!” Okay, it was wasn’t “damn,” it was worse.
So, now while the kids are in bed, I’m having a beer. I deserve it. Seriously, school projects are more work on the parents than the kids.