For the most part, the homework situation here has been reasonable. Anjali's homework consists of practicing her writing and Arun's homework involves math and reading. Subjects they both need to work on anyway. We don't need to do homework every single night, but it averages to about 30-60 minutes when we do have it.
Last night, Arun started working on his homework while I was cooking dinner, helping Anjali with HER homework and serving as the resident Bellhop for the cats and dogs and their relentless, soul-crushing need to go in and out and in and out of our goddamned house. (Foreshadowing: There are many, many more curse words coming your way, Gentle Reader.)
And then, Arun showed me this:
THREE FUCKING TICKETS
THREE FUCKING RIDES
ONE STUPID FUCKING LITTLE GIRL
Oh, and a chart of some sort that looked like something drawn by a carnie who had too much time on his hands (and too many blunts in his pocket).
Yes, for some reason, this threw me for a permuted loop. I mean, not to brag, but I do hold both a Bachelor's and a Master's Degree in Accounting. And according to the State of Missouri, I am fit to practice accounting as a licensed CPA (trust me, I am just as surprised by this as you are.) While the onions on the stove burned, the rice boiled over and the eggplant dried up, I managed to scribble out a start of the pattern. Then, I decided to leave the rest for Manoj.
This is a good place to point out that my baby daddy is not only an Indian Institute of Technology grad, but also a Dartmouth dork. And since we are all about fulfilling stereotypes around here, Manoj is an engineer and scary with math and numbers. Yes, the same man who constantly loses his keys, laptop and shoes INSIDE OUR HOUSE possesses a frightening recall of facts and figures.
When Manoj walked in the door, I thrust the paper in his face. He took a look and shook his head. Yes, he figured it out, eventually, but agreed that the lack of directions seemed a bit much for a 1st grader.
Since Manoj was the one to actually figure it out, he is now endlessly mocking me about the fact that I struggled with our 1st grader's homework while steadfastly denying that he also struggled with it initially.
And now I am off to Google to search for creative poisoning methods.