And the twins had a science fair this year. We were told about this project two weeks before the assignment was due. This would be fine, if I had only two kids. But I have four. One of them is home schooled. But I'll get to that.
I am the kind of person who often waits until the last possible minute to do things. I plan in my head, but it doesn't get farther than that until the last minute. This year, these projects were no different.
And I have been known to not let my kids touch their projects. Like, "get your fucking hands off of this before you wreck it. I know what I'm doing."
Was the science fair project different? Well...if the teacher is reading this, YES, they did all of it. If the teacher isn't reading this, you decide:
The twin with the green board had no idea what his project was about. I explained it to him quite a few times, he struggled grasping it. He is a bright child, and although we did the experiment together (well he was home) and we made the graphs, (I'll explain it if you REALLY want me to) I am not sure he even understands what we did. But maybe. Just maybe.
The twin with the yellow board was lucky that we had a robin's nest last year and I took a ton of photos of it. All we had to do was print and paste. Life cycles are cool, right?
Am I proud of this? Fuck yeah!
Okay, maybe not exactly proud. I KNOW it is bad parenting. I KNOW it is. But we were running out of time. And it takes a HELL of a lot more time to guide (micromanage) your child through a project than to just sort of take over the whole thing.
Were there cooler science projects? Totally. Was I jealous? Maybe. I am super mature. Why hadn't I googled that one about the salt water and electric charge? Next year, man.
Next year, if we get this assignment, I will be ready. I will do it ahead of time so that my kids can help....more.
I don't believe that bullshit either.
I will tell you about my daughter tomorrow. I am SO GLAD this school year is over for my kids. This might be the first time I have ever felt this way. I am ready to have them home, chilling, and around.
I am sure attitude of excitement will change by Monday. Anyway, there they go for the last time as 4th graders. Cute little buggers.
My 6th grader won't let me photo him and put him in this blog. So it isn't that I don't love him JUST as much. He is just not interested in being here much.