Kayla has been sick and missed a few days of school.
Result = She has MOUNDS of homework to plow through (code for: I have mounds of homework to plow through).
We were fast approaching melt-down status last night, after our third trapezoid worksheet. I wonder why a first grader needs to know so much about trapezoids anyway? (code for: I can't remember anything about trapezoids).
We decide to call is quits. BUT under one condition: that she wake up earlier than normal the next morning to finish the last worksheet and practice her dreaded sight words.
Our bedroom door flies open after being drop-kicked by a panicking, sleep-walking, screaming six year old; hair disheveled, PJ bottoms missing:
"I NEED TO FINISH MY SIGHT WORDS!!!!!"
Dave helps her into our bed where she quickly falls sound asleep, wedged between us (code for: she could care less about sight words but just wants an excuse to sleep with us).
We are total suckers.