So, last night I was helping the kiddo with his homework. Trying to help might be a more accurate description. He was a bit more tired than usual, and his attitude was definitely not where it needed to be, tired or not.
After spending an hour on a math sheet that, minus arguing and stalling, would have taken about 20 minutes, and his attitude still hadn’t improved, I had to put the brakes on the whole thing, and sent him to bed, telling him that I would wake him up early for school and we would finish the homework in the morning, after both of us agreed that we were deciding ahead of time to work on it with a better attitude.
He asked me if I would be able to wake up that early. Those innocent, valid questions pain my heart every time he asks one, because it feels like a confirmation of so many of my failings. I know that isn’t how he means it though, and I swallow my pride and power through those kinds of questions as best as I can. So I told him I would pull an all-nighter to make sure I was up and able to wake him up early to do it.
Then, middle of the night, he wakes up and throws up. Come morning, he feels queasy, and my eyes are burning from being tired, so I take another “morning booster pill”, and we start working on the homework. We got through his reading with no problem, but then he threw up again and I officially had to call him in.
Thursday is one of the craziest days of the week in our house. My mom has to take her mom to Dr. appointments all day, and it’s early release day at the kiddo’s school. Add being down to one car, and the sub needing to switch days at work to today, and it’s a great recipe for way too much going on. The hub is asleep, since he’s currently working nights.
So, there’s no one for me to go to and tag out and get some sleep. Not to mention the idiocy of going to “bed” at like 1:30 in the afternoon.
Still not sure how much longer I’ll make it today. My eyes are so grainy and tired.
It’s a damn good thing this kid is cute, I swear. 🙂