Sept. 12, 2006
Desperate Days
Forget raising good boys who speak English and Spanish fluently. Yesterday was just a matter of trying to survive. Mario, 9, came home with tons of homework he wanted help on. He worked on it while I made dinner and then we hustled off to soccer practice. When we returned, Gabriel, 11, said he needed to bring book socks for all his textbooks to school. We went to two stores -- staying out until 9 p.m. (!) looking for the stupid book socks, which apparently are in high demand this year. I put them to bed without reading in any language, but then I was too worked up when I got home to go to sleep.
Desperate Days
Forget raising good boys who speak English and Spanish fluently. Yesterday was just a matter of trying to survive. Mario, 9, came home with tons of homework he wanted help on. He worked on it while I made dinner and then we hustled off to soccer practice. When we returned, Gabriel, 11, said he needed to bring book socks for all his textbooks to school. We went to two stores -- staying out until 9 p.m. (!) looking for the stupid book socks, which apparently are in high demand this year. I put them to bed without reading in any language, but then I was too worked up when I got home to go to sleep.
posted by Rebecca Thatcher Murcia | 11:43 AM
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