road trip.”
I winked awkwardly, and she somehow knew what that meant. “Gotcha,” she smirked.
“And we’re going to watch TV when we get back,” I said, motioning towards Annette as she bent down away from us to get her supplies.
“I’ll also be in my room during that time. Knock on my door when you’re ready to jet,” she said, before walking from the kitchen to her room.
I watched as Annette neatly placed all of her stuff on our twinned desk against the wall near the balcony slide doors.
I made us some ham sandwiches, and then we took our seats. Her homework mainly consisted of math, and the rest was science. I was lucky for that, because those two subjects were the easiest for me to breeze by with her.
“It’s ridiculous how you’re still learning fractions,” I mumbled sarcastically. They were trying to ruin my daughter with this bullshit. It was time for her to learn new things. She was getting cocky for no reason.
“It’s easy, though, right?” she smiled. “One over two is one half, and one over three is one third. It’s easy, mommy.”
I mentally noted to gut-punch the substitute one good time if I ever met the bastard.
“I thought you’d be learning multiplication or something, sweetie. This is common sense. They’re treating you like a dumba-” I had cut myself off. I would not cuss in front of my daughter - even if the substitute was teaching her the wrong things.
“We’ll learn that stuff with my real teacher,” she told me. That made sense - sort of. What was with the loads of bullshit math homework, though? The substitute was a real jackass.
“You can finish this worksheet really quickly, sweetie, just like you said. Show me how fast you can finish it.”
I rested my chin in my hands as my elbows settled on the table in front of me. I watched as Annette clutched her pencil, and started writing the meaning to each fraction.
“How do you spell eleven?” she asked in a small voice.
I told her how to spell eleven. She’d debate in her own head whether it had two L’s, or one, until she’d just give up and ask. She knew how to spell twelve, and she knew how to spell thirteen. It was always eleven that she’d forget how to spell.
Her hair fell in a pool around her face as she rested it there on the table. “Done,” she said in a muffled tone.
“Time for science,” I announced, and she groaned. She hadn’t liked science all that much, and science was my favorite. I was a registered nurse, and was a practical for two years before claiming my victory label. That was why I loved the subject, but it took plenty of years - studying wise - before it landed under my favorite. I pretty much memorized every textbook.
It hadn’t taken much time to finish the two science worksheets she had. One was labeling animals as carnivores or herbivores, and she only ughed at two out of the fourteen which I answered those for her. She was smart with this stuff when she wanted to be. The other one was all about plants, and there were summaries to help her with her answers. She eased through that one on her own just fine.
“Done?” she asked slowly.
I was looking over her answers, but I had already determined she aced it. “Yes, ma’am,” I grinned, before handing the paper back to her.
She squealed in excitement before placing all of her papers in her folder, then in her backpack.
When she zipped her bag shut, I met her eyes.
“We’re going to go on a quick road trip with aunt Catie, and then we’ll come back home and watch TV. Okay?”
“Okay, mommy.” She was smiling, which meant she was happy. And that made me happy.
“Go change into something black,” I told her. She has a black dress, right? I questioned myself. Of course she had a black dress. She had a dress in every color.
She nodded without question, and turned to go to her room as I knocked on Caitlyn’s door.
I was going to tell her it was time to jet , but when she opened the door, I hadn’t thought
I winked awkwardly, and she somehow knew what that meant. “Gotcha,” she smirked.
“And we’re going to watch TV when we get back,” I said, motioning towards Annette as she bent down away from us to get her supplies.
“I’ll also be in my room during that time. Knock on my door when you’re ready to jet,” she said, before walking from the kitchen to her room.
I watched as Annette neatly placed all of her stuff on our twinned desk against the wall near the balcony slide doors.
I made us some ham sandwiches, and then we took our seats. Her homework mainly consisted of math, and the rest was science. I was lucky for that, because those two subjects were the easiest for me to breeze by with her.
“It’s ridiculous how you’re still learning fractions,” I mumbled sarcastically. They were trying to ruin my daughter with this bullshit. It was time for her to learn new things. She was getting cocky for no reason.
“It’s easy, though, right?” she smiled. “One over two is one half, and one over three is one third. It’s easy, mommy.”
I mentally noted to gut-punch the substitute one good time if I ever met the bastard.
“I thought you’d be learning multiplication or something, sweetie. This is common sense. They’re treating you like a dumba-” I had cut myself off. I would not cuss in front of my daughter - even if the substitute was teaching her the wrong things.
“We’ll learn that stuff with my real teacher,” she told me. That made sense - sort of. What was with the loads of bullshit math homework, though? The substitute was a real jackass.
“You can finish this worksheet really quickly, sweetie, just like you said. Show me how fast you can finish it.”
I rested my chin in my hands as my elbows settled on the table in front of me. I watched as Annette clutched her pencil, and started writing the meaning to each fraction.
“How do you spell eleven?” she asked in a small voice.
I told her how to spell eleven. She’d debate in her own head whether it had two L’s, or one, until she’d just give up and ask. She knew how to spell twelve, and she knew how to spell thirteen. It was always eleven that she’d forget how to spell.
Her hair fell in a pool around her face as she rested it there on the table. “Done,” she said in a muffled tone.
“Time for science,” I announced, and she groaned. She hadn’t liked science all that much, and science was my favorite. I was a registered nurse, and was a practical for two years before claiming my victory label. That was why I loved the subject, but it took plenty of years - studying wise - before it landed under my favorite. I pretty much memorized every textbook.
It hadn’t taken much time to finish the two science worksheets she had. One was labeling animals as carnivores or herbivores, and she only ughed at two out of the fourteen which I answered those for her. She was smart with this stuff when she wanted to be. The other one was all about plants, and there were summaries to help her with her answers. She eased through that one on her own just fine.
“Done?” she asked slowly.
I was looking over her answers, but I had already determined she aced it. “Yes, ma’am,” I grinned, before handing the paper back to her.
She squealed in excitement before placing all of her papers in her folder, then in her backpack.
When she zipped her bag shut, I met her eyes.
“We’re going to go on a quick road trip with aunt Catie, and then we’ll come back home and watch TV. Okay?”
“Okay, mommy.” She was smiling, which meant she was happy. And that made me happy.
“Go change into something black,” I told her. She has a black dress, right? I questioned myself. Of course she had a black dress. She had a dress in every color.
She nodded without question, and turned to go to her room as I knocked on Caitlyn’s door.
I was going to tell her it was time to jet , but when she opened the door, I hadn’t thought
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