I experienced a surreal sense of deja vu last night. I was watching my son struggle through algebra problems with my husband by his side going through each one with him. Sounds kind of Norman Rockwell, but it wasn't, let me set the stage.
#1 His Algebra final is today. He didn't study more than a wink all weekend. He did however read a lot of Manga, play a lot of video games, hang out with friends, and avoid a lot of chores.
#2 His Dad was using every ounce of restraint. He was trying to maintain a calm, unfrustrated countenance, even though his face was turning red, and his knuckles were white from clenching his fists.
#3 My son couldn't have looked more bored, put out, or irritated. Eyes rolling, deep sighs, looking into space, the whole deal. Then this morning he has the audacity to say, "Mom, you always tell me it is not good to cram before a test, but Dad kept me up till 11pm last night"-- he conveniently neglects the part where I tell him to study a little every night so he doesn't have to cram.
I was reminded of my teen years. I was exactly the same. I always studied at the 12th hour. I always told my parents "I've got this, I'm good", then brought home the ugly C or worse. Procrastination is one of my very biggest character flaws, and OH NO!!!! I have passed it on!!!! We need to break the cycle on this one. My husband is always reminding us that procrastination is just laziness, whew, talk about cutting to the core, he is absolutely right though.
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