It would be nice if The Boy would just frickin' DO THE WORK without complaining once in a while. Apparently, just the thought of writing a paragraph or doing a page of grammar just sends him into a coma.
I switch between several ways of handling it, which is, of course, the worst thing I could do. My inclination is toward logical consequences, rather than nagging: "You can do your work when you want, but you won't get any 'screen time' until it's done."
But then I ended up teaching an eight hour day, so I went to plan B: "I can work with you on science and reading from 9:30 to 10:30; otherwise, you have to get your independent work done yourself."
But you KNOW I'm not missing my play date on Wednesday afternoons, so that messes up the whole "prisoner of his own work" thing. I dunno. I just feel like I'm fishing now.
Honestly, how can one kid sleep 9 hours a night and still be able to pass out during school hours? Oy.
