This is a problem with the traditional, 8 to 5, office job: you are stuck here from 8 to five. You are stuck sitting at your desk trying, eventually pretending, to work even if your brain is all melty at 3:30 and all you want to do is leave and go get your daughter at school and beat her to death with the biology book that she forgot to bring to school. Or throw her onto a pyre of the science and math homework that she has not been turning in that is leading to her flunking out of the exclusive math & science academy that you had to fucking coerce her into attending.
And, really, if she wants to get booted from the program, then okay, we'll go a different way with high school. But who is going to have to negotiate getting her through the rest of the semester? And who is going to get to tell her overbearing father? You or Miss La-La-I-forgot-I-had-homework-or-I-didn't-want-to-do-it-but-don't-be-mad? Three guesses and the first two don't count.
(Okay. I've written. I might feel better now.)