Diary of a mad mom

Him:  "You scared the crap out of her!" Me: "She needs to know..." Him: "Well you didn't have to scare her!" Me: "I hope I told her enough..." This is just a short conversation DH and myself had after introducing our youngest to his VERY unsuspecting kindergarten teacher. Hey... this is our son.  He's incredibly, Incredibly smart... ummm, but if he gets scared, mad or angry there's a good chance he's going to run out of the room... ummm, he might hit you or throw a chair.... ummm, and if you let him get away with something even once he'll never forget it and hold you to it.  Did we mention how smart he is? The whole time we were having this conversation I had to eagle eye my child across the room. What was he getting into? (everything) Is he going to break that? (yes) Will he cooperate when we need him to? (no) I truly don't think any one of us in that room had any idea what we were getting into.

Dear Diary, Seven years ago I had a beautiful little boy. This beautiful little boy learned how to walk, he learned how to talk, he learned how to jump, and run, and fall... All of this he learned very early, because he's a very bright little boy.  I could never take my eyes off of him because he was always into everything.  I always had to chase him because he would never stop.  I stopped being able to go places we loved to go because he couldn't listen or control himself very well.   I specifically sent him to preschool because I could tell his social skills were lacking where as his brother went because he needed to be around people, my little one went to learn how to be around people. His smile and his laugh could light up a room while his tantrums and screaming had everyone shaking their heads... at him... at me and his father.  We tried desperately to get them under control while he was still little with very little success.  He ...