maybe, maybe not
I got up at roughly 8 am this morning to start a new, more stringent and disciplined routine. I *need* one on the bad days, to help carry me along. We’ve been awful slackers around here, me as much as the kids. Today I went over Addison’s school work for the next month or so and checked over assignments and added some new guidelines. If anyone has any ideas for some good solid History curriculum (and some Canadian stuff), send them my way please.
Addison in particular wants more to work on to keep him busy, even, he said, if it irritates him. I’ve added the caveat that he must show me his work AND hand in some written work on Fridays before he leaves for the rest of the afternoon. Fine with him.
But in the “went over like a lead balloon” department, we have skimmed down computer time down to a whole half hour, which is dependant on them doing computer-based schoolwork for a half hour. And no, if they work on the computer for an hour, it does not gain them an hour of fluff time. Sarah misunderstood, and was close to tears because she thought she wouldn’t be allowed to visit her message boards anymore, but that’s what I count for her game time, since she hasn’t been playing any. Emailing and web browsing for *school* doesn’t count either.
Did I mention the computer is right in the foyer in a main traffic area where everyone can see what you are doing? 
After this, I think I’m up for the Mean Mom of the Century Award. Addison says maybe, *maybe* by the time he is 89 he’ll thank me for it. This might actually help him in the motivation for getting a job, too. As I said the other day, he’s perfectly welcome to buy his own computer to use as much as he likes. (MOM – do not give him money for it.)
So between that, the whole trying to educate the children part, and me trying to write more and surf message boards and blog less, you may see me around less. Or maybe less elsewhere but more here? Eh, a gal can dream.
One Response to “maybe, maybe not”
I know where you’re coming from, Andrea. I have such a hard time disciplining myself sometimes that I feel as though it’s even more important to instill good habits in Daniel, so he doesn’t follow in his mother’s lazy, procrastinating footsteps!
A “mean” mom is a good mom, right?