So the Mr. had to go out of town last week to take care of some business and I was in charge of my two stepsons who live with us. Developmentally disabled but socially-enabled David was busy making plans that would have kept me driving all over the place if I hadn't said, "Enough!" Happily, he agreed that perhaps staying home one night, eating pizza and watching one of his many movies would be ok.
As to my 15-year-old stepson, he needed to study for finals. You might recall that studying -- in fact anything related to school -- is not his favorite thing. In the past he's declared that homework isn't for him and that he doesn't need to study. I tried re-positioning it as a review session, but he's no dummy. My angst and anxiety at not getting him to adequately prepare for finals had me in knots, but he was totally chill.
Grades haven't come back yet so we don't know how he did yet, but he did mention that perhaps things would have been easier if he'd done the homework. Hallelujah, an itsy bitsy teeny weeny light at the end of the tunnel!
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