Homework Time

Some background information:

Iron Fist hates doing homework, will do anything to get out of it inclusive of: pretending to be asleep, sick and an urgent need for the washroom etc etc. Her father is a wonderful Daddy, loving and caring with unlimited patience (with the exception of homework time as you will soon see), who absolutely adores his little Iron Fist.

So Iron Fists Dad came over to spend some time with her yesterday before his 2 week vacation (must be nice). I immediately pawned off her homework onto him and went upstairs to struggle with my own.  All was well for a bit until I heard her Dad yell "Iron Fist PLEASE pay attention!!!" and the responding whimper from Iron Fist.  I tuned out, returning to my media list for my client project. I managed to get about 10 minutes of work done before I heard the rumblings of a riot regarding a hexagon.

I sigh dramatically, even though there is no one around to see me, and wearily climb out of bed.  Yes I do my homework on the bed, sometimes I mix it up and move from the left side to the right side. I go down to the kitchen, Iron Fist sees me and immediately starts crying.

"Daddy's mean!"
"Iron Fist is not listening!"  they both say this at the same time.  Apparently her Dad was looking for something in her workbook, Iron Fist didn't know where it was and I found it in two seconds.  With an air of superiority I sort out the mess and calm both parties down. I sigh again, this one meaning "I pretend to hate this but I actually enjoy showing what a wonderful mother I am."  I untangle Iron Fist from my lap, where she had climbed on to sulk in comfort, and make my way back upstairs.

Peace ensues for about an hour, Iron Fist and her Dad are seemingly working in harmony.  I go back downstairs to see if they are both still alive.  Iron Fist and her Dad are busy cuddling on the couch, two weeks worth of cuddles takes a while.  I leave them to it and make some tea.  Her Dad eventually announces his departure and I remind him for the millionth time to be careful and not to talk to strangers (old habits die hard).  Hugs and kisses all around and he's on his way.

Iron Fist looks at me, "I need a cookie!" in the same tone that I use after a particularly hard day when I say "I need a drink!"

Cheers.