I think I hate homework now even more than I did when I was a kid and actually doing it. The daily misery of sitting with my middle child as he stares into space, fidgets with pencils and starts conversations that have nothing to do with the worksheet or book in front of him, while I feel my own impatience mounting until I am choking back the words 'Just concentrate!', has reached gasket-blowing proportions. The daily torture shows up all that is worst in my personality: Impatience, intolerance, downright snappishness.
Here is a piece on that misery written for the wonderful Irish parenting site eumom.com