They’re driving you crazy. The yelling. The screaming. Here’s a quick way on how to stop sibling fighting in your home.
Wish your kids would take total control over homework? Homework 911 is your answer.
“Noooo… I can’t do it. I don’t have the time!!”
Have you heard this from your child when she sits down to do homework? My gosh, it wrecks me.
I can feel her overwhelm and so relate to it.
I know what it feels like to have so much to do and what seems like no time to do it.
So, I jump in and try to help.
“It’s ok sweetie, let’s write down all the things you have to do to get it out of your head.”
“NO!” she pouts back, “That won’t help. I don’t know any of this and I have to get started now.”
What do you do with that? You see the problem, you know the steps to take to fix it and yet your child pushes you away like you couldn’t possibly know what she’s talking about or what she’s dealing with.
School districts “no homework” policies miss the point.
It’s not that black and white. In fact, the research many journalists cite is frequently misinterpreted for a clickbait headline or to get people riled up.
As parents, we get frustrated with the amount or type of homework that our kids bring home.
But how can we tell if it’s just our mood or if the work is appropriate?
Also, what to do about it?
Is homework getting you down?
You dread it as soon as you see your child take his backpack to the kitchen table or maybe even get in the car.
You anticipate the fights, the struggle and sometimes the necessary bribing and manipulation to get the homework done.
Just the other night, your child cried at the kitchen table for 20 minutes because he didn’t want to even try a hard math problem.
You had no idea how to help him. Maybe you tried Youtube, you tried googling, but nothing.
Or perhaps your daughter sat there with the assignment of writing a 5 paragraph essay but refused to actually write something.
It was painful.
There are times when I’m driving my kids to dance and I want to scream.
Something about the traffic, mixed with the end of the day and oh yeah…
They’re fighting in the backseat.
“STOP IT SISSY!!!”
“I was just asking you a question (a very pointed, “why don’t you know the answer to this? Are you stupid?” question)
“I SAID STOP”
At this point, I either start talking to myself or my knuckles turn white because I’m gripping the steering wheel too hard.
We’re all stuck in a car together. I can’t escape. What do I do?
Do your kids whine?
Does the whining make your head hurt? Do you want to dig a tunnel through your kitchen floor and burrow inside until the whining stops?
Why do we feel so guilty when our kids say they’re bored?
I’m typing on my computer when my son wanders into the office.
“Mom, I’m bored.”
Immediately, I clench up. My gosh, I shouldn’t be working this much. Why don’t I have something for him to do?
I lost it. I broke down sobbing, stomped down the stairs, slammed the guest room door and buried my head under a pillow.
I wish I could say this an old tale – like from my teenage years. But no, it happened last weekend.
Let me explain.