Yesterday we stopped at the playground on the way home from school.
A few action shots:
And when it was time to go, Payton refused. Had a fit, saying SHE would tell us when it’s time to go.
So I sat and waited, which was easier than fighting against her.
Harper sat on her bike and waited, and whined.
And Payton promptly climbed to the top of the fake mountain, jumped off, and was ready to go.
Sometimes it’s just easier to do it their way….
And today is day 9 of Project 365.
Today I got home and was trying to help (force) Harper to finish her homework that is due tomorrow.
Usually it is NO problem, and I don’t even have to encourage her, she just sits down and does it. And maybe even enjoys doing it. (Hope that lasts)
But part of this week’s homework was a “complete this story” kind of deal. The story started like this:
“Tacky the penguin was lost in Antarctica…..”
So that really threw her.
How would she be able to write a story with a beginning like that? Her stories all include princesses, fairies, puppies, rainbows, magic wands, etc. How does a penguin fit into that mold?
She was begging for me to help her. I told her I’d help her, but I wouldn’t (essentially) write it for her. So I’d give ideas, but she has to come up with the words.
She hated me.
She told me she wishes Aunt Colleen was here to help her, because she would really help her. (write it)
She said she wanted daddy to help her because he would really help her. (write it)
She said I was the meanest mommy ever.
She said she couldn’t write anything, because she didn’t know HOW to write.
I was sick of excuses, so I told her fine, don’t write anything, and your teacher will give you an incomplete on your homework.
Thank God she’s a people pleaser, and a perfectionist, and scared of authority….because just that simple threat got her to do it.
I hinted around with some ideas (he was happy to be lost, he used his cell phone to call his family, he asked a polar bear to help him get home. Which by the way, I was told polar bears don’t live in Antarctica, they live in the North Pole. But regardless, I tried to offer jumping off points.)
She finally just did it. And I took pictures.
Here, imagine it with me….
The complaining about not knowing what to write, and wishing a different (push over) adult was helping her instead of me.
The attempt to get it started….
This is where the breakdown occurred and she suddenly did not like anything she wrote.
Major erasing going on, and it was all over our kitchen table. So I told her stop erasing so much and getting those little eraser shards all over!
I made her erase, and then deposit them on the napkin. She hated that.
Serious, serious erasing going on here. Fisting the pencil, pushing hard, erasing fast….definitely trying to prove her point.
Defeated. Couldn’t take anymore thinking about lost penguins.
I was happy enough with her work that I let it be over.
But just to torture her I told her, as she was lying there, that this was such a trying, exhausting experience for both of us, that we would now go straight up to bed.
Just immediate rest.
Look closely at her.
It may look like she’s kind of smiling.
But she’s not.
That’s the beginning of a teeth baring, lip curling, I can’t stand you or what you just said, scowl.
1st grade homework…..it’s all downhill from here.