Tomorrow is Parent-Teacher conferences at the school.
The only thing I hate worse is the dentist.
Nothing is more intimidating...than sitting in those tiny chairs, across from a teacher, and going over all the homework your child has missed. You know, the homework they should have done ALL THOSE DAY WHEN THEY CAME HOME AND TOLD YOU THEY HAD NO HOMEWORK, and then gleefully skipped off to play.
And the teachers try to be all nice about it. That false hope that somehow it is not my son's fault.
"I may have missed giving him proper credit, if he didn't put his name on it..."
I think I am going to save us all some time and just put it right out there.
Hey, I am aware that my kid is a lazy turd.
You can't get him to turn stuff in, I can't get him to clean his room. Or hit the hamper with his socks. Or, let's be honest...he is incapable of even wiping thoroughly, no matter how many times I have pointed out his own personal skidded undies.
I don't see any of this changing in this lifetime.
He takes after his Dad.