Monday, the larger hooligan came home with a friend. They built things with legos, shot baskets in the pouring rain, consumed many snacks, and finished things off with a gory dart gun battle. When it was time to face the homework folder, I was expecting a certain amount of resistance. To my surprise, he plowed through it. In fact, he did all of it, even though it is not due until Thursday.....
Does it mean I'm a bad mother if my first thought was, "When is his teacher going to call me to tell me he's done something dreadful?"
Bad Grandma will attest that had I ever done my homework voluntarily, it would have meant I was trying to cover/compensate for something really-seriously-off-the-charts-you're-grounded-for -- -life worthy....Like "borrowing" my best friend's stepdad's big, teal (it was the '80s!), mercedes while he and her mom were in Italy... or something.
(We didn't get caught..so I still didn't do my homework.)
(Mom, if it makes you feel better, I was not the driver.)