Ganging Up

If you read yesterday's post, you can tell we're having a bit of a rocky week around here.


On Monday, Jacob was the "good cop." He did his schoolwork in a timely manner, with a happy heart. Morgan, on the other hand, dug into her role of "bad cop." She SMACKED the beads across the abacus with a scowl on her face during math. She whined and mumbled her way through reading.


On Tuesday, they switched roles. Morgan was cheerful and eager to tackle her schoolwork. She claimed that math was fun! She happily read from her reader. Jacob, oh Jacob. He snorted and snarled his way through math. He banged his head on the table while whining, "I can't doooooooo this!" He rolled his eyes through his language lesson.


This makes me want to whine, "Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy????" Why can't we all just be happy AT THE SAME TIME?


I know, I know, I know, this is the way it goes. Kids have been ganging up against their mothers since they lived in caves. If only I could catch them planning their roles for the day. A little heads up would be so beneficial to my lesson-planning.