...the type that screams maniacally, "Remember, write quickly, neatly, correctly!" to a car that's pulling out of a drive-way and carrying her 5-years-and-9-months-old son off to school where he has a class test waiting for him.
What was it that I swore when I was a little girl growing up? Oh yes, I remember...that I would never turn into my mom.
Sigh, when I'm crawling down the road to Mommy-Hell, I bet all my good intentions will be blowing raspberries at me.
On an aside: My not-yet-six-year-old has tests!! Bloody class tests and term tests!!! WTF?!?! He now knows the spelling of 'favourite'. Damn it, up until yesterday he used to say 'frayvrit' and now I've had to wipe out that bit of cuteness that used to give me so much pleasure!! He has TESTS!!! Tests that COUNT and will be used for ASSESSMENT!!!! Am I the only one who thinks this is fucked-up?!?