If ever there was a day to quit parenting, man, I tell ya -- today would be a good day to do it.
Report Card Day. I fucking hate report card day.
It's like a glowing neon sign from Griffin's teacher going on and on and on about how she thinks he's a fuck up.
In all honesty yeah, he can do better but come one -- most of these words she tests him on he's never seen. And "punts" -- what kind of kid do you think we're raising here lady? WE'RE NERDS. I barely know what "punts" mean. Shit.
So, buckle down it is. She claims he doesn't even know all the whole alphabet. He does, until you give him independent work. I've spent the last hour listening to "Mom, what comes after S?" "Mom, what comes after T?" Oh my hell, are you kidding me?
So, to all my homeschooling sisters, advice please. We're going to keep him in the public school district but supplement (a shit load) at home. Help me, please.