Week one, the child made twenty minutes of homework last THREE HOURS. Then complained she had no FREE TIME. I said, “You had two hours and forty minutes of free time, and you used it to sit and swing your feet and stare at your homework without actually doing any of it.”
I have learned that in order to make her homework happen, I have to police it. We sit down. We pick a task. I set a time. I threaten DIRE CONSEQUENCES. I wait the required time. If the task is incomplete or sloppy, WE THROW IT AWAY, and she redoes the task in the same amount of time.
The first two times, I took her half-finished task away and put it right in the trash. Then she realized I actually meant it. By week three, if I stood over her with blazing eyes and set the microwave timer, we could together finish twenty minutes worth of homework in forty five minutes. Here in week four, I haven’t eaten her yet, and twice we have done twenty minutes worth of homework in under half an hour. I am winning.
I am ignoring the fact that I have spent all morning, ALL MORNING, internet shopping for wildly over-priced orange purses while upstairs, chapter 9 of my WIP lies in chunks on my floor, bleeding out. *swings feet* *looks at purses* *accomplishes nothing*