Among many of the things I am generally opposed to as a parent is doing my children’s homework for them. Yes, I am present. I encourage, I instruct, I check Flora’s work. But she does it.
Except for last night when I did Flora’s homework for her.
Before we left for North Carolina, Flora came home with a paper about making a rosary. (Ah, Catholic school.) It was due the Friday that we were going to be out of town.
I forgot about it.
Yesterday, a little politely worded post-it note came home on Flora’s school folder.
“10-24-2011 Flora needs a rosary. This is the third reminder.”
Flora: “I was so embarrassed that I had to borrow a rosary from Miss B!”
I had no idea they were using the rosary. For the record, this was the first reminder I remember getting, although when I mentioned it to Dan, he said, “Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you about that.”
Plenty of guilt to go around.
Last night was the usual craziness. Trying to sit down one-on-one with Flora to string beads was a futile mess. She did her math homework. She wrote her vocabulary words on index cards. By the time I got Michael in bed, and we found beads, string, and I figured out how to get the beads on the string (the yarn was too wide for the holes in the beads; stringing the bead involved tying thread to the end of the yarn, and pulling the yarn through the beads that way), it was 8:20. Plus, Kate was hanging over me like a shawl.
I sent the girls to bed. Flora cried. “I’m supposed to help you with the rosary!”
“I know,” I told her. “I know. You did help. We counted out all the beads and you drew the cross. I think it’s more important that you have a rosary to take to school tomorrow than I let you stay up extra late to help.”
Reasoning with a soon-to-be 7-year-old is not very effective. In case you didn’t already know that.
Between making the rosary and various and sundry other PITA activities (trying to cancel a lost debit card, finding a puddle of water under my clothes washer, cleaning the kitchen — which never did get done), it was 11:15 before I went to bed. I’m not proud about having done the rosary for Flora, but other options seemed more unpalatabale to me.
What would you’ve done? More importantly, how do I keep from having to do this type of thing again?