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A Grumpy Day

Sometimes Grumpy and I have to battle it out during homeschool. Take today for instance. It was around 10am and I told the boys to go get a snack while I put a load of laundry in the washer. It didn't take long and I was already yelling at them to get downstairs to finish school. I gave an assignment to Grumpy and he went to work. After a while, though, he started to complain about it. When I told Sleepy he could take a break, Grumpy was up in arms. "Why can I take any breaks?" "You just had a break, Grumpy." "That was just a snack, not a break!" he cried. "Sleepy is only in kindergarten. He can take breaks. You still have a lot to do. Now get busy!" He turned around in a huff and grumpily went back to work. After a while, he brought it to me and said something that I didn't hear because I was laughing my head off at one of the posts of my favorite blogs. I know I should have been paying attention to my absentee son, but it was too funny. After I came out of my laughing spree, I noticed there was no Grumpy. I yelled up the stairs for him and asked what he was doing. "I'm taking a break." I could feel the air in my lungs as I gasped in outrage. "YOU GET YOUR BUTT BACK DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW! I didn't tell you that you could take a break!" I cried.

Yesterday, we had quite the battle as well. I had decided to incorporate more physical activity into my lazy sons and told them to run up and down the stairs for two minutes. With a scowl on his face, he stomped up and down the stairs. When I made him run, he put his hand to his chest and acted like he was having a heart attack. At least, his attitude was better with the sit-ups.

He hated his Literature assignment so much today that he finished it with this letter. He had to imagine that he were a little girl's father and he had to write her a note telling her how proud he is of her for not lying anymore.

Dear Pearl,

I am very proud of you Pearl (only half proud) for not lying. Your friends are proud too.

Hate,
Your father

When I asked him why he was only "half proud" he said, "because she's a girl!"

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