I love my children. I love my daughter. I would do anything for her. Seriously, I would die for her. Have I convinced you yet? I guess I'm just trying to remember those convictions for myself.
My daughter, Laura, repeats my childhood – by doing exactly what I did as a child. Sometimes I understand why I received so many beatings and groundings as a child. How did my parents not have a stroke?
Laura refuses to keep up on her homework. I would like to see her pass the 5th grade, but that might not happen. I had to keep her home from 5th grade camp two weeks ago, because she told her teacher that she would not stay in from recess to do the "effing" homework that she had told me the night before that she did not have. So, during the week she should have been at camp, I had her working on her book projects, which I thought she had finished. When Cyndi got a call from Laura's teacher saying she hadn't turned them in, we found out she hadn't finished them after all. She only did the project, not the writing. AARGH!
So now she argues for hours about how much work it is to write three quarters of a page summary from a 200 page book. But then she sits down and writes for an hour and finishes it. So, it takes longer for her to argue than it does to do the work.
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