I have a problem with my temper.
Flash back 3 weeks.
Dustin (our 16 year old son). Was supposedly sleeping. I was doing laundry. His bedroom is next door to the laundry room. I noticed his door was open and his light was on. "blah blah blah, Dustin" I said. No responce. "Dustin? Blah blah?" I continued, while walking to his room. Hmmm His room was empty.
Because he snuck out of the house.
Ok, well we start calling his buddies cell phone numbers (because Ive collected them off the caller ID for this reason) and find the one we think hes with. Convey our threats that he needs to come home and 20 minutes later, woah, there he is. Then we tell him he is grounded for 2 weeks and he can bunk with his brother John until that time is over so we know where he is. We tell him if this happens again we will yank his job at the chicken shack and really put the screws to him.
Ok. Flashback over, 3 weeks later. The time is last night 1 AM. I am in bed sleeping when Im awoken to the sound of Dustin, "Mom, can you come here for a minute. Its important"(My wife was sleeping also).
Well, Im laying there. Listening. Theres 3 voices: My wife, Dustin, and another I dont recognise. A few minutes pass, my wife doesnt return and I hear her start yelling at Dustin. Great, I think as I lumber downstairs, "whats going on?" I ask.
Well the cops brought Dustin back with a ticket for being out past curfew. The next one will cost us 200 bucks. The one after that 90 days in jail, for one of us, not him.
Screw that. He now has a 9 PM bedtime in John's spare bed. Everynight. Also Im pawning his stinking game cube, And Im making him quit his job at the chicken shack. And to top it all off, Ill bring him to the pawn shop with me. He can watch it go. Wanna fuck around? I can fuck around too. Come to think of it why dont you sit in the car all day while I fuck around at work, which you have made me an hour late for bringing the cops to my house at 1 AM, Dustin. Your lucky I didnt beat you accross our house last night like I wanted to.
Me:You want it to be like this?
Him:no
Me(through a growl with the back of my hand in the air, ready to strike):then why are you making it this way?
Silence.
Flash back 3 weeks.
Dustin (our 16 year old son). Was supposedly sleeping. I was doing laundry. His bedroom is next door to the laundry room. I noticed his door was open and his light was on. "blah blah blah, Dustin" I said. No responce. "Dustin? Blah blah?" I continued, while walking to his room. Hmmm His room was empty.
Because he snuck out of the house.
Ok, well we start calling his buddies cell phone numbers (because Ive collected them off the caller ID for this reason) and find the one we think hes with. Convey our threats that he needs to come home and 20 minutes later, woah, there he is. Then we tell him he is grounded for 2 weeks and he can bunk with his brother John until that time is over so we know where he is. We tell him if this happens again we will yank his job at the chicken shack and really put the screws to him.
Ok. Flashback over, 3 weeks later. The time is last night 1 AM. I am in bed sleeping when Im awoken to the sound of Dustin, "Mom, can you come here for a minute. Its important"(My wife was sleeping also).
Well, Im laying there. Listening. Theres 3 voices: My wife, Dustin, and another I dont recognise. A few minutes pass, my wife doesnt return and I hear her start yelling at Dustin. Great, I think as I lumber downstairs, "whats going on?" I ask.
Well the cops brought Dustin back with a ticket for being out past curfew. The next one will cost us 200 bucks. The one after that 90 days in jail, for one of us, not him.
Screw that. He now has a 9 PM bedtime in John's spare bed. Everynight. Also Im pawning his stinking game cube, And Im making him quit his job at the chicken shack. And to top it all off, Ill bring him to the pawn shop with me. He can watch it go. Wanna fuck around? I can fuck around too. Come to think of it why dont you sit in the car all day while I fuck around at work, which you have made me an hour late for bringing the cops to my house at 1 AM, Dustin. Your lucky I didnt beat you accross our house last night like I wanted to.
Me:You want it to be like this?
Him:no
Me(through a growl with the back of my hand in the air, ready to strike):then why are you making it this way?
Silence.
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