OVERHEARD ...

... The latest instalment in a totally haphazard and unreliable series of Comments that found their way into my ears*.

*And frankly anything finding its way into my ears at the moment deserves some sort of recognition.  Totally blocked they are.  I know!  Well, not totally, it sounds like a jet is burning its engines somewhere inside my head all the time.  But, as ever, I digress...back to the topic in hand.

Overheard

As some of you may know, I have three children between the ages of 10 and almost 15  -  and it's fair to say that much of the late afternoon/early evening is taken up with homework of one sort or another.  There is, as may be obvious, only one of me; so to say I am not always 100% focused on any given child's homework would not be an untruth.  Sometimes (99% of the time at a generous estimate) I give them The Gift of Finding Out How to Work Independently.  I don't think Social Services needs to be brought in just yet - I am quite a sensitive person and can spot the signs when a young 'un needs some help.  One of the biggest giveaways is them bursting into tears,hurling a pencil in frustration and exploding in a strangled voice "I just can't do this!"

EASTER STUFF ...

...Or, The Lasting Last Supper

Daughter Aged 10's school has a homework system called Learning Logs where they are encouraged to produce some work at home.  Not actually called homework anymore, as that apparently sounds negative.  Frankly, I think getting used to negative words is no bad thing - otherwise the little darlings won't know what's hit them when phrases like 'final demand', 'car insurance' and 'dusting' are bandied at them.  But what, as I often ask, do I know?

Anyway, it's quite funky as they can let their imaginations run riot.  Our girl is a fan of the PowerPoint presentation.  I, on the other hand, am gagging for the day she presents her learning log using the medium of Interpretive Dance.