I hate homework!!!!
Carter is in fourth grade this year and the required amount of HW has skyrocketed. Not that I think it's too much, I know he is getting older, but sometimes I just want someone to shoot me!
Me: Okay if the Bruins had 183 goals this year and 150 goals last year, how many did they have in both years.
Carter: Writes the numbers on his scratch paper and says, "I think you subtract."
Me: Trying to keep my composure even though this is like the millionth time we've done a problem like this, "Why would you subtract?"
Carter: "Oh, add."
Me: "You can't just say add because I rolled my eyes, stiffened my posture, deepened my tone, and started chopping my gum, you have to tell me why."
Carter: "I don't know, just let me add the problem!"
Me: I try to show him what happens if subtracted (33) "Would it be possible for the total number or goals to be 33 if they got 183 this year, not to mention the previous year."
Carter: "Probably in one game."
Me: "Are you kidding me, Carter it's not possible, my head is going to explode if you don't start paying attention."
Carter: "Just let me add the problem."
I think my reaction is understandable, this is really my first time doing "big kid" homework with one of my children. I've never helped Colby with homework, heck he helps me when I get stumped cooking. Don't laugh. Measurement conversions are hard. How many cups are in a liter, does anyone really know that off the top of their head (except Colby). I've drifted from my original point, Jason hates it when I do that, he is easily confused by my topic switching, oops did it again. So, my point is that my reaction is normal. So, I will continue to pray each night for patience... just imagine if I weren't getting help from above!