Les Miserables... Double Shot is in the 10th grade and they are reading this in his english class. Double Shot does not like to read. He likes to be outside running, throwing balls, and getting sweaty and smelly.
He's been in big trouble over his grades and we took away his cell phone, have not been letting him drive, have not been allowing him to go to football conditioning or pre-season baseball practices, rarely allow computer time and I've been e-mailing and have met with many of his teachers.
The only way I can determine if he's doing the reading in his english class is to do the reading also. I bought the same copy the school is using. Double Shot complains that he can't focus when reading. I cannot read aloud due to the SD... but, I can whisper read. So, we've been cuddling up on the couch and taking turns reading the book to each other. Les Miserables is a HUGE book. You'd think it would be the only book for the semester... uh, no. They just finished Shakespeare's, A Midsummer Nights Dream and will be moving on to The Red Badge of Courage, Lord of the Flies, and The Crucible before the end of the semester. How can they do this? Well, they are skipping sections of the book. This is about to drive me insane. Unfortunately, Double Shot is like me in that it is very difficult to jump past parts and be aware that where you are at is referencing the part you didn't read. They have way too much reading for Double shot to read the parts they are not covering in class (He's also in an AP European History class he has to read for... and is in Chemistry this semester... OY!). So, I am trying to read those parts so I can fill him in quickly so he's not so frustrated.
Did I also tell you that the book was originally written in French? That means that the names of people and places are in French. How the heck do you pronounce that stuff??? We've started coming up with ridiculous coping strategies called grunting in a French accent when we have no idea how to say the word.
All that to say... I don't have much time to blog. Really, if I were seriously attending to my duties as a housewife and mom... I wouldn't have any time at all. Eight loads of laundry in the cue... yes, 8. There are only three of us here for Pete's sake! The bathrooms? Don't ask. The office? I don't even go in there anymore. You can't even see the top of my desk. My room is looking spiffy though.
Anyway, el laptoppo is being shut down for the day. I get on here and tell myself I'm just going to check the news... before I know it my belly is growling and I look at the time to discover that hours have gone by. Seriously, I forget to eat. That. is. AmAzInG. Unfortunately, I make up for it when I remember.
You know... I didn't realize how much the girls did when they were home. I could call them and have them run everything up and down the stairs (we have four levels...UGH!). That in and of itself is HUGE. When I went grocery shopping I had people to tote it in and put it away. Our deep freeze is in the basement. I could tell others to put all the folded laundry away... shoot, I could tell them to do the laundry, fold it AND put it away. Dishes... bathrooms... floors... Now, it is just me. Mr. Macchiato and Double Shot are gone all day. IT IS A LOT OF WORK!!! And... it. never. ends.