The w(h)ine hour used to consist of play time, dinner, bath, story and bedtime. Now that the boys are a little older things have switched up just a bit. The majority of the w(h)ine hour every evening is dominated by the very ugly task of home work. I've got to say, I'm not a fan. I'm really not interested in homeschooling these three. For one thing, I can't do any of their math, not even the little one who is only in 2nd grade. I'd like to say this is embarrassing, but I honestly don't care. There are calculators and computers in the world for a reason, and I can work those just fine! I can't figure out why they are in school for 7 hours a day and can't get it all done? Maybe it is to make sure the parents are taking a vested interest in our children's education. Maybe it is to encourage parents to spend some quality time with our kids. Don't get me wrong, I love to spend quality time with my boys. I love to play catch with them, play games, read books together and cuddle up for a good family movie. But there's nothing too quality about homework time at our house. It's actually quite frustrating most evenings for all 5 of us, and tonight was no different.
I have the little one pull out his homework folder, which is a Paul Frank design with a skull and crossbones on it. Awesome. ;) He checks it out and tells me he only has to do one math sheet and that spelling worksheet he brought home on Monday. He starts looking around the kitchen for the spelling and suddenly says, "I don't see it anywhere." Uh-oh. I kind of got in a cleaning frenzy today to un-do the damage from an apparent F-5 tornado that came thru yesterday, and I might have gotten a little over zealous. I start looking around for it too, all innocence, adding, "well you really should keep up with your own papers." He's not falling for that for one second. He immediately deduces that I have thrown his homework away and says, "You threw it away didn't you? Great, I'm gonna get a bad grade now, cuz you threw my homework in the trash." I really do feel bad about it so I tell him I will e-mail his teacher and let her know that I "misplaced" the homework and see if she will send another one home with him. I will take the blame on this one buddy." He's totally fine with this, "yep, your on your own mom, I'm not goin down with you, nope, she's already mad at me cuz I broke the lead off all my pencils so I could get up and go sharpen them again." Grrreat, can't wait for email exchange coming my way. ;)
The big one asked me tonight, "Can you come help me with my Spanish?" Ummm, no...sorry buddy, I really can't. He replies, "I thought you were good at English." What? I'm pretty sure the look on my face was as dumb as that statement. The hubby chimes in with, "tu nombre es assweepe." The big one looks confused for a second and then says, "did you just say my name is a*# wipe?" Hubby replies, "See there buddy, you know Spanish just fine, now get in there and do your homework!" :))
Thankfully, the middle didn't have any homework tonight. ;)
The wine of the day is Yellow Tail Chardonnay. It's Australian, which is a heck of a lot easier to learn than Spanish! G'day mate!
The W(h)ine Hour..
Every household has one…the whine hour. It’s those bewitching hours between approximately 5 and 8pm in the evening when the kids go crazy and moms across the world lose their minds completely. It doesn’t matter if you have babies, toddlers, kids, tweens, or teens; those hours of dinner/homework/bath time/ bedtime can just about do a momma in. What is a girl to do? It’s simple and brilliant actually, just slip in a little wine of your own! Now, I’m not suggesting anyone down a bottle of whiskey everyday between the hours of 5 and 8, in fact if you do that you will have a few whine hours of your own the next morning. Basically, a little wine during the whine hours will keep you out of the padded cell at the local cookoo house where people will walk by and peek in your little window and say things like “aww, poor mom has lost her marbles” and “hmmm, now that’s a crazy one right there, sits in there all day and hits herself over the head with a Barbie and a hotwheel”. Don’t smirk, it can happen.
So, enjoy the tales of my whine hour, and how I survive each and everyone of one of them with a sense of humor and a good bottle of wine! After all, the whine hour comes around every single day, a girl has to be prepared!