Sixth grade math and end of grade testing are going to take the one or two blonde hairs left on my head and finish them off. My husband and Peanut are going over his math. Right now, the sounds from my living room go something like this “Pi, R squared, circumference, diamter” blah, blah, blah.

I’m not the “math” person in our house, so I’m in great pain. Yet, I don’t know what’s more painful, watching my incredibly brilliant son struggle, or listening to the actual mathematics discussion.

Struggling you say? Yes. But, part of it’s his own fault. See, we found out that Peanut had been reading in math during some important instructional periods this school year when he wasn’t supposed to be.

Yeah, that. 

According to him, I turned a very beautiful shade of purple when I found out. He was also thankful I wasn’t the one going to the school to talk to the teachers. Dad went and it was much easier. I was asked to stay at home and cool off.

What is it with boys when they get into sixth grade? I realize they have to learn to think for themselves, but oh ‘em gee son, throw mom a bone and listen to your teacher. She’s an amazing woman who cares about her kids.

Meanwhile, the living room has quieted down some. They know I’m sitting here blogging without asking me what I’m doing. I’m pretty sure the sound of the keys hitting the keyboard as fast as I can type has clued them in.

Flash cards. 
The Visible Man (1960), Digi-Comp I Toy Computer (1965), Gilbert Microscope and Lab Set (1957), "New Math" Flash Cards (1966), Spitz Junior Planetarium (1960), Mathematics: The Story of Numbers (1958)
They’re being made and videos from Kahn Academy are being watched ,while practice problems are worked. It’s a good idea, the extra practice problems my husband has created. Teachers have to teach to the end of grade test and they have to rush from subject to subject so quickly, that kids aren’t given enough practice problems a/k/a homework. And as l0ng as No Child Left Behind is enforced, things are going to stay this way.

What really bothers me are the kids who dont’ have parents that will help them, or can help them, with homework of this magnitude.  I worry about those falling into the cracks and being looked over. It makes me long for the days of ‘reading, ‘riting and ‘rithmetic.

photo by: Ryan Somma

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Do you ever have those days when you look at someone and say “shoot me, now”. I’m having that day. Tween cell phone drama will never cease to amaze me.

Peanut got his first mobile phone last summer when he turned 11. Mainly because our mobile carrier was getting rid of unlimited data plans and we wanted to lock him in. The great thing? He’s more interested in playing games on his phone that talking or texting someone. Need to call him? The phone is dead, or turned off.

Believe me, I love it.

We’re not hammered with phone calls from girls, texts blowing up his phone all hours of the day and other crap that goes along with mobile phone ownership.

Until today.

Someone gave one of his classmates his phone number. Now, the relationship with the classmate is tenuous at best and at times, Peanut’s feelings toward him border on hostile. Yep. The kid drives him bonkers. While Peanut would never be mean to the kid on purpose, he’s vented and ranted at home about the shenanigans enough to send me straight to my emergency stash of wine and chocolate.

We’ve been out of the house today, playing with the Instagram app as a family. (Yes, we realize how nerdy we are.) When we got home, Peanut’s phone started ringing and he didn’t know who was calling. I could hear his voice go up an octave over the running water and dishwasher in the kitchen.

Then, I heard him get mad. “{Redacted}, how did you get my phone number? No, I don’t care, you need to tell me how you got my phone number.”

At that point, I knew the virtual crap was hitting the fan.

Peanut found out who gave him his phone number and will talk to them tomorrow. However, that was the least of his worries.

The kid kept calling. And calling. And wouldn’t stop calling. He asked the kid repeatedly to stop calling.

Finally, Momma stepped in. 

Yep, I had to pull that Mom move. I had to ask the kid to stop calling. Well, after I waited for the kid to take a breath, because the yammering on the other end was incessant. My goodness gracious. I explained that Peanut did not want the kid calling, he’d asked nicely and that if it continued I was going to talk to the kid’s parents.

So far? It’s been silent. School tomorrow should be interesting, but Peanut is a leader and can handle pretty much anything.

As for me? I’m two squares into a Newman’s Dark Chocolate bar and nursing a large glass of Pinot Noir.

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Parenting, Bullies and The Bully Movie

by Lisa April 10, 2012

Thanks to The Bully Project for sponsoring my writing. Visit their website to join the movement and learn more. It wasn’t too many months ago, we found our son digging in his money jar for some cash. When my husband asked him what it was for, he mumbled and since we were rushed, didn’t think [...]

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First Time Away from Home

by Lisa April 2, 2012

Peanut was away from home for the first time. Sure, he’s been to spend the night with family and a few friends, but he’s never been gone for 4 days. Yes, I’m serious. To make it more intense? He was at the Congressional Youth Leadership Conference, it’s hard for a parent to let go, allow [...]

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by Lisa March 22, 2012

My angel, the little love of my life, is growing facial hair. Oh, it’s just above his upper lip, but he sits to talk with me, mustering all the wisdom an 11 year old can, and strokes his mustache. Not a full mustache, just one that is more like light brown peach fuzz. However, it’s [...]

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by Lisa March 5, 2012

I have a confession. I’m organizationally challenged. I am your friend that gets excited when all the new calendars come. I stand in the store and agonize for hours over the perfect family organizer. My friends always ask me “How do you do it all?” and don’t understand when I don’t have a real answer. [...]

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Extraordinary Parenting

by Lisa February 17, 2012

When I think of parenting, I try not to think about how my parents raised me. They were just kids themselves when they married and by the time they divorced, they had barely made it past their mid-20′s. For me, I want to my son to look back and not say that I was a [...]

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#ashamed

by Lisa January 27, 2012

Parenting is the hardest job I’ve ever had and will ever have. It’s made even more difficult by the constant interference of media. Especially when it’s bad media. When the media makes me #ashamed to be in the media business. Why am I hashtagging #ashamed? Because of this: The State of Georgia has taken it [...]

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Logic Never Wins

by Lisa January 24, 2012

Logic never wins. Especially when you’re dealing with an 11 year-old boy who thinks he can out-logic you, the parent. Peanut had a four day weekend and it was filled with logic issues, none successful. First. Don’t debate breakfast with me. Trying to tell me you’ve eaten breakfast when all you’ve done is grabbed a cheese stick [...]

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Teacher Work Days + My Keurig = Genius

by Lisa January 20, 2012

School is out for a four day weekend while semesters are changed and the kids classes are setup. Quelle horreur for the parent of an 11 year old boy who thinks he can go from sixth grade to world ruler without brushing his teeth regularly. Instead of trying to figure out what we could do together, [...]

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