I thought we might make it through one (please Lord, just ONE!) night without tears or shouting (our usual 4-7 p.m. lifestyle these days). Last night was looking good. Hayes finished a dictionary assignment with an unusual quickness and was doing really well on an alphabetizing assignment.
Then, he realized that even though he'd written seven words, he had missed two that needed to be inserted higher into the list. He was going to have to erase three and start again. My perfectionist lost it. He tried to be brave, but the tears came and he was unable to complete the assignment. Damn! So close. I keep thinking (optimist that I am) that there will come a time when I won't dread the homework grind. I am starting to think it will only happen once he heads off to college. Poor kid.