Aside from the complete destruction of our home, Diana’s
sickness this week has another side effect: Elijah has decided to stop doing
his homework.
Now, if he is not destined to be able to catch a ball or
play guitar (like he was really going to keep up with that) I was kind of
hoping he would be a scholastic superstar.
I’m not doubting his intelligence. He’s a brilliant little
kid. As evidenced by his ability to find Minecraft videos on Youtube and his
uncanny ability to manipulate me at a third grade level.
He just flat out refuses to do his math and spelling and
reading junk. Diana called me the other night and asked me to yell at him about
it. He got on the line and sounded all weepy and whined that it was too haaaard
and there was too much to do.
I explained that when I have a lot to do at work, I just
break it up into smaller pieces and go little by little until I’m done. In
other words, I lied. But he seemed to buy it and I went back to being
overwhelmed at the office. Work is too haaaard.
But when I arrived home the work was strewn over the dining
room table, unfinished.
Eli was chasing Luca around and I blurted out, “Get your ass
in that seat and do your homework!”
Thus, ringing in the first time I swore at my son. That he
knows of. Time stood still and Eli looked at me, shocked.
“Daddy. You said the A word at me.”
I immediately regretted my A-offense. I sat down next to him
and said I was sorry. I was frustrated by him and lost my temper. But I still
loved him very much.
I then helped him finish his homework by doing all the
problems myself, thus giving Eli what he wanted all along.
I told you he was brilliant.
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