family studies are not good memories.. growing up my mother had them although not real often. Mostly because I think she found it a struggle to do. Dad wasn't a witness. She tried though. She'd take us to a deserted beach and let us look for agates.. walk the beach, play in the sand for a while.. then we'd go in the car and she'd try to study with us. My brother would end up yawning, denoting his boredom and in the end my mom would end up crying because no one was really paying attention..
then after I married my first husband, he had a short fuse and as soon as the kids got fidgety.. which kids are apt to do.. especially the youngest who was ADD... bad.. well before long my ex would be swearing and screaming at the kids.. and next thing, throwing his bible across the room at them...