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SOMEONE FINALLY SAID IT
So if a teenager is at school for roughly 8 hours, and they are doing homework for 6+ hours, and they need AT LEAST 9 HOURS OF SLEEP FOR THEIR DEVELOPING BRAINS, then they may have 0-1 hours for other activities like eating, bathing, exercise, socializing (which is actually incredibly important for emotional, mental, and physical health, as well as the development of skills vital to their future career and having healthy romantic relationships among other things), religious activities, hobbies, extra curriculars, medical care of any kind, chores (also a skill/habit development thing and required by many parents), relaxation, and family time? Not to mention that your parents may or may not pressure you to get a job, or you might need to get one for economic reasons.
I will never not reblog this
“…but teenagers have no reason to be stressed.”
Me in high school trying to explain stress to my mother 🤯
Also remember: THERES NO ACTUAL NEED FOR HOMEWORK.
Like, at all.
I can’t believe it took a global pandemic to fix this problem.
it’s not fixed, it’s delayed
Should I be worried that I have seen 3 mutuals reblog this? Are y’all good? Is school okay?
‘it’s delayed’
Maybe for some of you, but now I’m still in school and getting homework for those hours except now I can’t even get up between periods to walk to my next class since it’s all on my laptop and if school is all online now and then all my homework is online that is a lot of time spent staring at a screen and I don’t mean to sound like a mom but I’m pretty sure that’s not good for your eyes or something…
So, no, school is most certainly not okay :D
My youngest is 12 and is expected to do about 6 or 7 hours of homework per week. And that is already too much.
The reason you’re being expected to do so much homework is to prepare you to work unpaid overtime as an adult and it isn’t okay.
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I tripped Not intentionally Not irrationally Not the least bit of surprised When whatever changed your mind Behind those green eyes And you asked me to be with you. I’m still not always certain what changed, not certain how you feel about things...but...I know you love me. You aren’t like any other You don’t hold my hand, You don’t tell me you love me first, You don’t grab or touch me for physical affection, not usually. Unless you’re poking. lol. You don’t usually ask me how I feel. You notice me though. You make sure that I’ve had something to eat after work, during lunch, or breakfast time. You teach the kids responsibilities. You lead by example. You love your children. You are fair and just to the kids. You point out when I’m being unjust. Now that we work at different places you’ll call me and ask questions and talk about your day. You poke fun and there’s always laughter at home. You keep the door closed when kids are home and everyone is awake so I can sleep in. You let me pick music to sing in the car if I’m quiet and don’t know the words to songs you do if there’s a plethora of them in a row. You take me to new places. You take me to see things. You share decisions. You do your own thing and allow me to do mine. You talk with me and not at me. You give me space when needed and just let me be me... You make me talk when things are bugging me. You make me not bundle everything inside. You compromise with me. You’re honest, fun, and hard working. You keep showing me new sides of you that I’m learning and I love you. I’m more calm and content with you near. It’s strange for me to want to work towards bettering myself while accepting how you’re showing love and how I show love and having it mesh so that I’m not too much. How parenting styles while similar can bend and mesh together. I want to be better for me, for our kids, for you. Every day I’m grateful, and lucky, and it scares me that it might go away one day. I’m irrevocably content, excited, and blessed to have you and yours in my life. Thanks for putting up with my physical affection.
I am not my mother. I am not my aunt. I just wanted to talk and make sure that my grandpa had a good life in the end. I miss my grandpa. I thought that maybe one day we would still be able to talk. Or have a beer. Or just… See each other again. I don’t care about what happened. I don’t care if it was your fault. I don’t care if it was his. I just… Want to make sure that he was happy and okay and loved. I’m tired of feeling angry and sad all the time. I’m tired of feeling alone because people like to leave me so I try to leave and push them away first. I know it’s not the adult way to handle things bit it seems to hurt less till it all comes crashing down and I just implode on the inside till it all comes out on the outside. I think that… Aunt Crystal is so angry and frustrated because Gary left her so she would have a better life and then Grandpas new wife disrespected her dying mother… I know mom just doesn’t care anymore. She has said her peace and for that peace she’s moving on. And I think you did horrible things to both of them growing up. But you didn’t to me. You were my best and closest friend for the longest time and you left me… why did you leave me? What did I do wrong?… You knew I’m not like mom or aunt crystal… I can’t just let go or be angry like them.. I thought I was okay but I’m not and it sucks and I want to stop hurting. I want what you did to stop hurting… I should have expected it because…. Because I learned you did the same thing to your biological kids. But I’m… I don’t know.. I thought I was different… and now I think you just did it all out of obligation.. I thought you cared.. I was your Buster Vern and you were my grandpa. You’d sneak me seconds. You’d write letters to Santa with me. You’d make me laugh and take me for rides in your semi. You’d let me drive the pick. Up after you started to go blind. I want to scream… I can’t stop crying… I took a few too many meds just to see if it would help but its not. I’m sure being on my period isn’t helping. Ian heard me crying and came to check on me and you know that little boy made me feel better. Even if it was for just a little bit. We talked about you and part of why I was sad. … If I ever made you feel that way why would you abandon me? I didn’t give a single thought to you getting married again. You had to hand your grief and your life your own way… I am not okay… And no one seems to understand or care or want do to either.
Coming off meds is horrendous.
Little things just set you off.
Fuck.
I got married
On a Tuesday in September
In the evening.
It had the most important
People in my life there.
My husband and our mixed kids.
The morning was the usual
Except more breakfast was made.
Guests came and went.
Our couch was occupied by a cousin.
There were friends to grab
Get last minute shoes.
Decorate. Pick up the cake.
Try to remember to get everything out.
Failing at remembering and wonder why the guest book wasn’t out. Or the cake topper wasn’t on.
And it was magical. A blend of emotions and still magical
Dude.
I got to marry my best friend.
Who does everything he can
To make sure the house is standing,
That bills are paid, that none of us goes hungry,
That always brings laughter and love out in our home.
I have three bonus kids along side my two.
Some days are a challenge. Some days are a breeze between all five of them.
I wouldn’t change a thing. Ever.
yeS YES YES
This is a lucky post
This is the most important thing I have ever reblogged
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He plays music
Sweetly
Lovingly
Random ones
You look at him
He's already looking
And the girls come in
Snuggling up
And life just feels right
Silly songs come on
And we're all just goofy
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Love this.
Bread pudding made with bestie-Lexie in tow.
if you ever have kids, please just treat them well. remember that they never asked to be here. remember that they love you unconditionally, and they don’t deserve to see only the worst of you because of that fact. remember you have more power over them and ability to shape their minds and hearts than anyone. remember that they’re individuals, with different goals and interests and talents than you had. try to see things from their perspective and to think of their good before your own. don’t be afraid to be firm, but be consistent. don’t ask them to do something you wouldn’t do.
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Tu amor madre.
Picked up boys. Park- play and nature walk. Ka.Ly.El. birthday party. Lego Batman.
Training. Making new friends. Going thru pictures. Late night talk with Christa. Baby brother turns 10. <3 Picking boys up tomorrw at 10.