The first day of kindergarten was not as emotional as all the hype would lead you to believe. I wasn't weeping at the door, I wasn't mourning his growing up.

No, it was more like leaping for joy and thanking God that the K-day is finally here. M. has been totally bored out of his skull being at home with his boring mother. He's a child that needs interaction, needs more guidance, needs other children.

I remember when I was pregnant with him. I thought I'd be all about the homeschooling. By the time he turned three I was over that fantasy in a big way. This kid is too much for me. He's the book that "Parenting Your Strong Willed Child" was written for. He's a complete extrovert and he's outgoing and he's ALL ME.

Or so Major Man likes to remind me. It is the truth. He is so much like me that we would probably strangle each other if we tried the homeschooling thing. I've had to really reassess my parenting in the last few months. M. has been testing some limits and I find myself being drawn in to arguments with him. I let my emotions get the better of me and sometimes I find myself in an argument with a five year old. You can't argue with a five year old... the teeny-tiny underdeveloped logical part of my brain knows that.

Ah, I remember when I used to watch Supernanny and Nanny911 with such smugness. This weekend Major Man suggested that we actually CALL one of the nannies and I knew my reign as Super Smug Mother had come to an end.