Returning home from fixing Jory's hair, my mom told me that Jory had to finish his math from class and had math homework because he took hours upon hours to do a few problems in class. When Jory gets in one of his moods, it will take him a gazillion years to finish the simpliest of tasks. I guess in his own mind, he thinks the adult in question will cave. This kid doesn't know who his mother is.
I sat Jory down and had him start working on his math problems it was a combo of double digit addition problems that were either in column form or in row form. The row form was giving him problems. I explained to him about the world of scratch paper and how he could use the scratch paper to turn the row addition problems into column ones in order to solve the problem.
Jory wasn't in the listening mode so he pretended like he didn't understand the scratch paper concept. I went over the problems he got wrong and we went over them. Simple math errors like not carrying the one and such. He was being completely unresponsive and playing dumb. I felt my temperature rise and I had to walk away. God, so are you sure about the homeschooling thing? Cause maybe I misheard you.
I went and bathed the girls, let them played, packed clothes, ironed clothes, read bedtime stories, had devotionals, put the girls to bed, and Jory was still working on the same six problems.
I heard everything, he was cold, he was hungry, he was thirsty, he was sleepy. I tried to conjole, threaten, everything I could to motivate him. I used the timer, but nothing worked. I went to take a shower and came back and he was still dilly dallying around. At 11:30, he was in his sleeping bag sleeping fully dressed in his uniform. I moved him to the bedroom and let him sleep so we could begin it all again in the morning.
Oh what joy.
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