I chose my battles. Convincing DD2 that it was normal to do some work at home (hence the name) when as far as she was concerned it was schoolwork invading home, was a battle I just wasn't going to win. The bloody Oxford Reading Tree didn't help matters - she had no interest in it at all - and the screeching at the suggestion of doing any writing that didn't involve a Sharpie or marker pen when the sound and feeling of using a pencil went right through her for the 75th time after a long day at work made me decide 'sod it'.
She'd been shopping with her own lists with little cartoon sketches, then sketches with numbers and mathematical operators from when she was very little and nobody meaning her or her father noticed how they gradually evolved to include text, prices, totals, calculating how many packets she'd need, what would be left over and how much change there would be for her to spend on something of her choice. It kept her occupied rather than trapped and didn't involve any tantrums for a crappy plastic toy or matchbox car like some of her classmates had learned, as it was 'her' money.
DD2 also didn't realise that refusing to do fractions meant she'd get to make pizza or cut a cake and refusing to acknowledge the very existence of algebra was pointless when she'd already learned the concept in the form of grapes, cherry tomatoes and strawberries instead of x, y and z.
The other thing I did was encourage her to make posters for holiday projects. Why spend all that time shouting about writing when sorting information into short phrases that got to the point and making a decent collage, a working model or sticking clear and concisely written labels on a painted tree or map was far more tolerable than me typing it all out for her like most of the parents?
I was finally found out when she came home demanding to know why she knew Pythagoras before the teacher started teaching it. All I'd done is teach her how to work out how much we needed to cut off the new carpet. I just got a muttered 'you stitched me up again, didn't you?' when trigonometry appeared in secondary.
In fairness, though, she was eventually (as no school thought there was anything worth looking into, she was just a dream child and then a difficult teenager in their opinion) diagnosed AuDHD aged 21.
I don't think I was lazy, I just didn't see the benefit to anybody of my having to deal with the screaming abdabs every evening when I could sneak it past her in a way that didn't mean she grew to hate school.