Pulling my hair out

It is 10 pm and I am sitting here with Anton trying to get through his homework. As a result of his hockey practice (have I mentioned recently how much I truly hate hockey now??) we got home late, ate late, and now doing his homework extremely late. My son has the worst handwriting I have ever seen in my life. I cannot decipher what he writes if my life depended on it, it drives me insane! It literally looks like a bird got into some ink and waltzed down a piece of paper. God, help me!!