Helping With Homework

Every day after school I have to force the twins to do their homework.

It’s like a punishment. FOR ME.

You’d think that we’d have this down by now, as the twins are in fifth grade, but we’ve been having quite a bit of trouble with the homework routine this year.

For one thing, the homework is naturally harder in fifth grade, of course. For another thing, the school in Alaska had a no-homework policy for the last couple of years.

I know, right? What?!?!

They sent home a note that said studies had proven homework wasn’t necessary for academic success, and therefore the teachers had decided on instituting a no-homework policy for my kids’ grade.

What were these studies? Is this actually true? Would my kids be totally fine academically without doing homework? I DIDN’T CARE. The school had granted me a reprieve, and I wasn’t going to knock it!

Can I get an Amen here?

But this year, I am paying the price. Homework is back. WITH A VENGEANCE.

Now I am required to spend over an hour every afternoon SEPARATELY with EACH twin supervising homework time.

Because trying to have them do it at the same time was like refereeing a cage fighting match… with pencils. So, separately it is!

But that does double the amount of (already too much) time spent here.

And I’m not saying that their teachers are assigning an excessive amount or anything. It’s not the teachers’ fault. If my kids would stop dragging everything out then the daily torture would end much more quickly.

Here’s the illustrated version:

There. Now do you see?

Homework may or may not be beneficial to kids’ academic success. I haven’t researched the studies on that.

But it is definitely NOT beneficial for Mommy.

It finally got a little cold in Georgia

I just put on the heat for the first time this year yesterday.

When I did I smelled that weird burned smell that it makes when you first turn on the heater after it has been off all summer.

Do you know that smell? I recognized it immediately, actually. I don’t know if it’s only in the South that it happens, but I remember it from my childhood on.

But yesterday was the first time in about ten years I have smelled that, I realized.

The last time I smelled it was in Maryland in fall of 2008; after that we spent six years in Hawaii (where we never turned the heat on) and three years in Alaska (where we never turned the heat off.)

You know… military life can be really weird.