Spent a big chunk of Saturday night getting Secondborn through an overdue assignment.
It was a rebuttal paragraph for an essay, with a quote from the text. Maybe five sentences in all.
This, somehow, took us hours. Like, I could have re-read the whole damned book in that amount of time. I don't know if she was just procrastinating, or didn't know where to find the source text -- she says she was trying to find a usable quote online, but I found one in about twenty minutes and we built a paragraph around that and got it turned in with maybe two minutes to spare before the deadline.
I'd hoped we were making some progress, but apparently we're not. Which is depressing as fuck-all, because I can't have her struggling through this school year the way she was struggling through last school year. And I mean that in a strictly logistical fashion: I don't have the spoons to do my job, help keep the house running, and drag Secondborn through her schoolwork.
The school is trying very hard to work with us, but it feel like trying to run cross-country on a treadmill: all effort and no progress.
I'm so tired.
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