I have it pictured as this hour where the kids sit nicely at the table with their books spread out in front of them and me taking free minutes out of preparing dinner to come over to the table and answer questions or help with a problem they can't figure out.
OMG, instead it is two hours of hell where no one can get on track, Zach whines for snacks and soda regardless of the fact that I have dinner preparations underway, and Haley screams at people to shut up because she can't concentrate. I spend more time ending arguments and threatening beatings than helping answer questions and I can feel my blood pressure rise thinking of all the things that need to get done if only they would finish their homework.
OMG, instead it is two hours of hell where no one can get on track, Zach whines for snacks and soda regardless of the fact that I have dinner preparations underway, and Haley screams at people to shut up because she can't concentrate. I spend more time ending arguments and threatening beatings than helping answer questions and I can feel my blood pressure rise thinking of all the things that need to get done if only they would finish their homework.





SO far ours has went ok. (athough I just have one doing homework.)
