What do I do?
I can't make him do math.
I can't make him do any school work, period.
And I am going to go up in smoke trying.
He hums along for a few minutes and then he suddenly shuts off. The problem is nothing new. He could do it three seconds ago. And then NOW he won't put the pencil to the paper.
So, after talking to a teacher yesterday, I thought maybe there was something wrong with my methods. I tried to use the manipulative more than ever, if that is possible.
The problem that set him off today was this:
Which is greater 42 or 31.
He answered 31 while diverting his eyes, which was hint that he knew he was giving me the wrong answer.
I asked, "Are you sure?"
and he said, "42".
and I said, "are you sure?"
and he said, "31"
and I said, "hmmmm... which is it, 31or 42?"
so it appeared he wasn't sure. I thought he knew, but I would take it as a teaching moment to make sure he understood.
I brought out the cubes that link together.
I asked him to give me 42 cubes. They stack in tens or as pieces - whichever you want.
He gave me 42 cubes as 4 tens and 2 cubes.
Then I asked him to give me 31 cubes.... and then he knew that I was going to show him that 42 was greater and he wasn't about to be shown.... so suddenly he didn't know how to count cubes. He gave me 4 stacks of ten.
Okay, so lets pretend he doesn't know how to count.
Let's start at the beginning. Let's count a stack of ten. We counted and counted and counted and he had no trouble giving me 28 or 45 or 15 but if I asked him to give me 31...... HE COULDN'T!
I broke it down and tricked him into giving me 31 as ten and ten and ten and then I asked for three...
We were nowhere as he blew a fuse.
It went downhill from there until I had steam coming out of my ears and eyes ... my husband called just then and I bawled my eyes out over the phone. The girls gathered around and prayed for me...
James is carrying wood and will carry wood for a living all the rest of his days.
What do I do? This is every stinkin day. I'm wasting my time. I don't think I can survive this.
The only one good thing that has happened is that while running the wheelbarrow up and down the hill he actually came in and asked to use the bathroom. Normally under such circumstances he would have just peed his pants for spite (how that works for him I haven't figured out).