Chloe’s teacher sent home the assignment a few weeks ago. But we’ve had no time to work on it with her. The weekdays are generally shot – she has enough homework as it is. So we’ve been trying to think about the project on the weekend.
But other than printing out a few illustrations of sea creatures and coloring them, Chloe hasn’t accomplished much. The shoebox still sits unadorned, although she has a pretty good idea of what she wants to do with it. The kicker is that she still needs to do some research and write a couple of index cards’ worth of facts about the ocean. Ugh.
But none of this is her fault. She needs help. And we’ve not set a good example for her regarding the perils of procrastination. We’re not even going to be able to work on it tomorrow, which leaves us Sunday, and only Sunday. I’d berate myself if I could. Needless to say, I’m very happy that the school year is almost over. I can’t wait until second grade.
By the way, today was day four of Sophie’s diaper-free butt. She asked if I’d take a picture of her on the toilet. I refused.