Tuesday, September 06, 2011
I am hiding in my room. Yes, hiding. For the moment I cannot deal with my middle child, my stomping, slinging, irritated, grumpy, frustrated middle child. All of this energetic display over...long division. She knows how to do it, but just doesn't want to do it. Can I blame her? I hated it. Yet, the workbook pages are there, empty, waiting. Not only does she not want to do it, but she doesn't want to keep the problems "in line." She wants to do it her way and wants to understand fully why she must keep it looking orderly. I am not about to explain dividing decimals to her at this point. She just doesn't like how it looks to have a remainder dangling out there in space, not above a line. I just walked out of the room. Not going to entertain her today. Not going to give her an excuse as to why she is still at her desk after we have picked Ethan up from school. Not going to argue or console or assist her to the point of doing the work for her. Not going to do it today. The burden is hers, not mine. So, I hide.