I am walking a balance beam and I have fallen off the ruddy thing so many times I am starting to have bruises upon bruises. Just when I feel like I've got my balance something comes flying at me warp 8 and knocks me clear off the beam into a pile of, ahem, you know what.
Today's post will discuss micro vs. macro management of my eight year old's responsibilities.
I know, those of you with toddlers are going, what responsibilities could he possibly have.
He's in grade three and he is also taking a group piano class. That means that daily there is practicing and homework from music and sometimes there is homework from school.
I know, doesn't sound like a big deal, does it?
Um. Well. He's eight. He's at school all day learning and having fun. What do you think the last thing he wants to do when he's at home is?
I'll take piano practicing for $1,000 Alex. Ding, ding, ding!
This week I waffled between micro managing which coincidentally enough is very much like nagging and macro managing which also went along the lines of nagging but with less intensity. Have I mentioned that I am very type A? Not doing what the teacher tells you is like nails on a chalkboard to me.
It won't surprise you that neither approach was very successful.
Next week I will try throwing popcorn at his head until he practices. It just might work, he loathes popcorn.