Homework? Aaaargh!!!!!! #MondayBlogs


I am revisiting an older post of mine today purely because yesterday was murder with Lil Princess’s homework! It wasn’t an elaborate project or anything like that, but trying to work on a page full of long multiplication, when a child doesn’t get it… It is tough!

I am not the world’s best mathematician. It was never my strong point, but I am keeping a growth mindset on this one… I will not allow my negative thoughts towards times tables reflect upon my kids!

We worked on it, but blood, sweat and tears were shed whilst completing it!

Enjoy my musings from a few years back!


It’s the stuff of nightmares!!!!!

“Yes, the poor children…so much homework, from such a young age…” I hear you chime in alongside me, but do you know what?

I ain’t talking ’bout the kids, its the parents I’m sympathizing with… Actually, not sympathizing with, because I’m one too… We all stand together and scream, “Aaaaaaaarrrrgghhh!” This particular nightmare was meant to have left my life after I finished studying! I didn’t know having kids meant I have to do homework again!!!

Now, I don’t mean your bog standard nightly reading, times tables practice or even spelling, I can cope with that, it’s just…

Every Friday, or every other Friday in Lil Princess’s case, I tentatively open school bags, fearing what piece of paper will float out of there, or what delight is stuck in the ‘Home Learning’ book!

What outlandish piece of research are the children to do this time, then make into a ‘creative, interesting, visual piece of writing/model/leaflet/book…you get my drift!

You know there are parents who don’t bother, theirs are the kids who have to go to homework club shamefully the next week, as they ‘didn’t do it!’

But the thing is, sometimes, this creative homework, though fantastic, and yes it really does help the kids reinforce learning whatever their topic at school, it’s just toooooo much!

I think that this kind of homework is ok once in a while, while kids are still at primary or junior school, up until 11, but every week… It’s almost impossible! What with various after school commitments with the kids, we only really have the weekend ‘free’ to do said homework… And, excuse me if I’m wrong, but shouldn’t weekends be for family time??

Kids are tired after a week of learning, and working as an Educator, I know how much these little tykes are expected to do during their academic day. It’s no wonder they can be cranky little sh*ts after school, especially when younger!

Now some children LOVE homework, I kid you not! Lil Princess begged for some once she saw her brother getting it, and now she does too, she attacks it with relish! But Lil Man, would hide his if he could, he HATES it!

So why am I bothering with this post? Because most if this homework cannot be done by the child alone, they need supervision, and guidance from the parents to do it, and especially with the little projects, it can become a HUGE deal!

If it’s going to be done, you want it done correctly, so it ends up becoming the parents homework, just as much as the child’s!

Hands up who’s guilty of becoming demon mum/dad trying to get your child’s homework just right.. I know I can be like that, but I do make sure the kids are doing it, not me… It’s just I have to oversee EVERYTHING!!!!!

It would be a personal slight if he/she handed in anything sub standard… And as we line up on Monday morning, and you see other parents, the smug faces of those who have done their child’s homework too, I mean who’s CHILDREN have done their homework, is apparent!

Large flashy models, or very elaborate posters, whatever was asked for, are brandished by the children…

Just can’t wait for next week. What mark did I get…? Sorry, I mean what mark did my child get…?!

TFI Friday!

Oh yes! Hello Friday!

25 Funny Friday Memes #Friday #Memes

What with the thoughts that I would be at parents evening, then not, and general work at school dealing with my own home and family life, and then a looooong governors meeting last night, it’s been pretty mad, as usual!

But this term, so far, I haven’t come home exhausted.

Last term, I’ll be honest, I had the thought flitting in my mind about asking Hubby Dearest if he thought he’d be okay supporting us, as I was ready to hand in my notice.


I was that close to jacking in my dream job!

But it ended up being exhaustion and a particularly long settling in period for our children that had almost broken me.

Two weeks in, I am happily tired, and still full of the teacher-y beans that I should contain (I think!)

I’m looking forward to Friday evening, as always, but not dreading Monday, thank goodness!

Have a fantastic Friday Peeps!


Today, I had a meeting with the children in my school’s School Council. I head that (along with the other hats I wear at work!) and we needed a meeting to discuss a few points ahead of the governors meeting tomorrow, so we could present the ‘Pupil Voice’.

One of the topics we were discussing was prejudice. I wanted to gauge the children’s perception or understanding of the word, and then with a very simple explanation to let them know what it was, and whether they feel that as a school do we deal with prejudice positively, and what we could do to combat it.

To break it down I said,

“Prejudice is when you look at a person, place or situation with ideas in your head, preconceived ideas, about how that person will be, or what that place will be like, or whether you could handle that situation, without actually knowing anything.”

We talked about how you could judge a person on what table they were sat at in the classroom, if the tables were set in ability groups, or a certain classroom, because you had heard about a particular teacher. Then we touched upon race too.

The children had never heard the term before which I thought was positive – you would hope that children under the age of 11 were not too aware of these things, much less exposed to it.

They gave me feedback on how they felt we combatted prejudice in the classroom, using Kagan seating, children had ‘buddies’ of different abilities on each table so they could help each other.

They suggested having an International Food Club, or lessons involving various multicultural instruments, or sports too.

All this was great, and as I left tonight, I was full of positivity, proud of the children’s ideas within the meeting.

Then I encountered a prejudice of my own. A fear of groups of loitering teenager.

Walking across the playground to our car park, I encountered three teenagers. They shouldn’t have been where they were. I asked if I could help them ( it was dark, by the way) and they said they were waiting for a cousin. That could have been true had it been half an hour previous, but at this time, most of the children have left.

They proceeded to climb equipment, so I requested that they leave. Luckily the caretaker came by then, and we both escorted them through where they said they had come, which was not actually a gate we had in use.

As they tried to disappear before we got close to them, one started climbing a fence, and I told him there were cameras, and that they should not come back here.

Of course, they finally made their way out, but not before telling me to “F off, you sl*g!” twice. I got the office manager to come out too, and she stood with us as they mouthed off. They also told the caretaker to “Go back home you P*ki!”, to which he said “You’re wrong there!” (He’s Indian, like me, not Pakistani!)

They loitered outside the gate, and I thanked goodness that I was parked in our staff car park at the other end of the school. The caretaker walked me to the car, mentioning that they had been in one of the other playgrounds, stating they were waiting for their sister before too!

I still drove my car surreptitiously past the entrance that they used to exit, to make sure they weren’t still there, so I could warn the Office Manager. Thankfully they had left by then.

In this situation, I fear my prejudice was well-founded. There are far too many teens that hang around the streets intimidating people walking past, sometimes, just by their presence, rather than by actually doing anything. This time though, they were on school property! And acting cocky is one thing, but had I been alone, they could have done anything, though considering they waited until they were half out the gate before slinging abuse at us, I doubt they had the backbone to try. But still, you never know…

I talk to my own child about this kind of behaviour, and hope he never thinks it’s okay to just hang about like that, and definitely not to trespass!

Okay, I’m off to chill myself out now!

Have a good evening Peeps!


One-Liner Wednesday – #1LinerWeds –

An oldie, but a goodie:

LM: “Mum, where are my genes from?”

Me: “India, originally son.”

LM: [confused] “No, they’re from Asda!”

Image result for asda price

I do love the humour of my son!

For Linda’s #1LinerWeds Challenge.

Parents Evening – Every Teacher’s Nightmare! #MondayBlogs

Today I am about to embark on my first ever Parents Evening!

Yes, I’ve been teaching for a few years now, and I have the experience of talking one to one to parents, but in our nursery the parents meetings are held differently.

I have attended them as a parent, obviously, and on occasion I have been asked ot hang around to do some translations for Punjabi speaking parents, but never have I been the one to sit on the other side of the desk… never have I been the one that parents look to expectantly, for good reports of their child.

This year, being in one of the main school classes for two days a week qualifies me to have to attend the proper big event… two evenings where appointments have been made with the parents of our students, to discuss their progress.

Each child has a 10 minute slot – God help me, I find shutting up a problem, and now I have a time limit. I think I need a timer and buzzer to stop me over sharing!

It’ll be a long day for us, until gone 7 pm tonight, and a little shorter finishing at 6 pm tomorrow.

But this means that everything we would usually do at the end of the school day can’t get done, so after getting home, there will be a lot of tired teachers hurriedly marking books, and ensuring the next day’s preparation is done, before collapsing into bed.

What to eat? Well for the late one tonight, our dear Headteacher has arranged for food for us all to eat after it finishes.

I’m a little nervous.

It’s really hard to look a parent in the eye and tell them things they may not want to hear.

But it is a pleasure to give them positive feedback!

It’s tough to stay calm when parents try to tell you how to do your job.

Though it is wonderful for the ego when they say how much they enjoy coming to school to be in your class!

And you can guarantee that you will hear, several times, when you mention a child’s good behaviour in school – “Really? He/she’s a nightmare at home! Oh well, I’m glad he/she behaves here, anyway!”

Still, this is another task to tick off my Teacher’s Bucket List!

Wish me luck – and the strength to get through it!

Have a great Monday Peeps!

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