The moment I get home…and it doesn’t matter if I haven’t urinated all day nor made dinner, each of my kids needs my undivided attention. This evening my eldest needed quizzing on her french assignment. Now, when I was in the 7th grade, year 1 French was basically, “hello, goodbye, pencil, mouth.” My daughter’s year 1 French is more like 5 Honors! She has to study phrases like, “can you please shut the Anderson window  and can I work with the whore Jean?”

In any event, she wanted me to sit and quiz her- when she hadn’t even begun to study. In fact, she had no idea how to even start to study.

Looking back at her list of impossible and then at my other daughter who needed math help, I turned back to the mademoiselle and said, “just take the F- I’d rather do algebra.”