It doesn’t matter if we give them incentive (we offered them each a brand new TV for their room) for good grades. It doesn’t matter if we restrict them (they lost TV from November to the most recent report cards) for bad grades. We have had no success with threatening dire punishment, or at least grounding for life, if they bring home bad grades.
They just don’t care.
Hubby and I sit down and have a “What Are We Going To Do About This” talk occasionally. We go to the school to pick up the boys and get all their missing assignments (of which they still manage to not be able to complete) when we can. But we just can’t seem to get them to do anything about it of their own accord. When we do get them to complete an assignment, they don’t turn it in. When they do turn in an assignment, it usually consists of “I Don’t Know” as the answer to all the questions.
I would really like to throttle them until they do care.
I know that won’t help, and Hubby won’t let me send them to military school. I try to talk him into it frequently enough, but he won’t cave. He will agree to a private school, but none in the area have strict sour-faced nuns in black habits with thick-unbreakable rulers.
Damn.
I finally told the boys today that I’m ready to let them just fail and repeat the 8th grade next year. I have almost gotten to the point where I just don’t even care any more. If they don’t, and if they won’t let me help them, why should I care?
I know, I know. I should care because I’m their mother. Today though, I’m tired of being their mother. I’m tired of the attitudes. I’m tired of the verbal and physical abuse from them. I’m just tired of it all.
Where is a caravan of Gypsies when you need them?