I'm at my brother's house for the next day or two to watch the kids while their mom is having a New! Baby! and it's Very! Exciting!
Of course, the other 3 kids are so excited about the New! Baby! It has been one huge day of Energy! because how often in your life do you get a New! Baby! to come and live at your house, right?
So we went to the hospital after school to visit the New! Baby! and then dinner, and then we are all pretty much exhausted from all the excitement, but before we can wind down, the second grader has homework that must be completed, checked off, and signed. So with a heavy sigh, he gets it out and sits up to the table, only to discover that he can not find his spelling words. This, combined with the coming down from the New! Baby! high of the day is almost more than he can bear.
I shuffle around his homework book, while he goes to look in his backpack.
"Hey! Great news! I found your spelling words," I call.
"How is that great news!? I HATE math!"
Ahhhh. Well said, my friend.
I know the feeling.