Esther’s homework assignment was to make a contract with her teacher about what time she would commit to do her homework each day, for how long she will do her homework each day, and explain and draw a picture of where she will do her homework.
It was a pretty easy assignment as the girls immediately do their homework when they get home from school. They sit down at the dining room table after unpacking their heavy packs and get right down to work. (Mainly because I won’t let them go play outside with their friends until homework is done).
When the homework is done they run into the kitchen with their completed work as they rush outside to play with friends until dinnertime. It’s getting weirder as they get older. I get about 30 minutes of this ‘homework time’ to try to get a sense of their day before they are gone again.
I looked at Esther’s drawing of the dining room table – you know, where she does her homework. And I could not understand what all of the weird piles were on the table, on the chairs, on the floor.
I called her back in to ask her what was in her picture – when her task was just to draw where she did her work – the dining room table.
“Well Mom, that’s all of the laundry that’s always on the table waiting to be folded, hung, and put away.”
“But that’s not part of the table!” I corrected her.
“In my mind it is Mom.” She looked confused as to why I would even ask..and then she continued “But I don’t mind the laundry on the table because it’s not like it’s dirty laundry or anything. Drawing a picture of clean laundry is perfectly acceptable.”