Well, homework has gotten better this week.
It looked for a while as if we weren’t going to get any help with our nightly homework nightmare. I wrote a note into the school in Jack’s communication notebook asking for a brainstorming session to come up with a better plan. This was met with initial resistance by Jack’s special education teacher. I followed that resistance up with another note, this one a little more desperate than the last, and including the information that Jack came home from school, played for half an hour, did homework for 2-3 hours, ate dinner, and went to bed.
Jack’s teacher, whom I now refer to as my savior, then called me with some suggestions. She’s sending home his homework packets on Friday, so he can get some of the harder stuff done on the weekend, when he can fit in both homework and playtime. She also made a couple of the more rote worksheets optional.
After the teacher came up with this wonderful plan, the special ed teacher got on board and everyone is happy that things are going better.
This week and last week are like night and day. It still takes a long time—a really long time—for Jack to do his homework, but there’s a lot less crying, both from him and me. Jack is on track to finish almost all of his worksheets, even the optional ones, and I feel like he’s had time to relax this week—at least a little bit.
Now, I’m sure that because I wrote this down, that next week will be Homework Disaster Week, because that seems to be how things go around here. Life rarely mirrors the blog for long.
But frankly, it is amazing what a huge difference a tiny, tiny change made in Jack’s life.