As regular readers here know. I would sit with Ryan at least two hours a night and ten to fifteen hours on the weekend doing fucking homework. It was long and arduous. He would be unhappy, we would be unhappy, and it made all of us unhappy all of the time. I would make sure to have dinner and have it 100% ready. I would be steadying myself for the hell that would be after school. Then getting ready for swim team would be tough because Ryan would finish his work, throw down dinner, and we would be off. It would just be awful. He would never ever get to play with his friends and if he did he would be the last one out.
Today was the first full day of homework for Ryan. It was nothing like before. He has to read for fifteen minutes, write his spelling words, and complete five math problems. It was exactly what his teacher promised, reading and some review. It took Ryan about ten minutes to finish his written work and then he read. He was the first kid outside. He kicked around the driveway wondering where everyone else was. If I don’t stay super insane anal and don’t cook 100% of dinner before they get home it is ok because I will have time to cook after homework. When swimming starts he will have some time to be a kid before we head to practice. My stomach was not in knots. He didn’t fight me knowing it would be over in a jiffy.
I will reiterate why do kids need hours and hours of homework every night. Just who does it benefit? I know a balanced life for an adult is optimal. Why not for kids?