Move over Doherty, bubye Baldwin. I am the queen of Scare Tactics.
I knew my son was more than nervous, when I told him in my "calmer than I really felt" demeaner I was calling DSS in the morning.
He called me from school today to ask if I had called yet.
He called me when he got to Grampas to ask again.
He asked how my day was going.
I told him not so good, I had spent most of the day researching Military schools, boots camps and residental programs for troubled teens. I actually heard the "GULP".
Then finally! I got what I was waiting for: "Well, please at least give me a week to change my attitude". I silently did the "YES!" maneuver. "But how many opportunities do you need to change your attitude? I can't take it anymore son". This was just for emphasis to let him know how serious I was. A little more begging and an "I'll think about it" for good measure.
No matter how much he puffs up his still hairless chest or how grown up he feels, it's still a big bad scary world outside Momma's house. He knows it, I know it. He's going to push the limits, I understand this. I won't tolerate disrespect though. Although he towers over me now by several inches, I brought him into this world and I will sure as hell take him out.
He found the line and is backing away slowly.
Oh, and I'm not stopping to buy a bottle of Bacardi on the way home?