Tonight my son arrived home with some French vocab to learn. Sixty five words of it. Sixty five??!
I wouldn't mind quite so much except that when he has had French to learn for homework before and we have hammered it into him and drilled him on it but he has never, thats never been asked it in school.
And a science project on the Hadron Collider. The Hadron Collider?? You're not going to get a dummies guide to that in the library. All this to add to the RE project on Ghandi, the art work project on textures and the usual four or five homeworks a night.
Where's my prozac?