basicallly 'lost it' with them, yelling, grabbing by shirt collar, screaming, slapping across their head?
No judging here. Lots of parents, whether they want to admit or not, have lost it and reached their boiling points.
well, tonight, after discovering that I had been lied to by my fifteen year old son, I got really upset. His dad and I allowed him to go hang out with friends at his school town, the plan was to be going trick or treating, hanging out, doing what teens do, supposedly. Even though I had sneaky feeling about it because he has lied to us on other occasions, we gave him the benefit of the doubt. At three thirty this afternoon, I had agreed to drive him to his friends house, approximately twenty five minutes away. I figured, as he stated, they'll hang out with the other teens, meet up with their other friend who stayed after school, and do what they said they'd do--trick or treat and hang out. As I dropped my son off, I asked him to call or facebook message me to let me know if he had a ride home and how things were going. Well, time went on and no call. Meanwhile, I was trying to coordinate our twelve year old going out to trick or treat. I didn't get to be with her because I had brought said fifteen year old to friends, while my husband brought her trick or treating. Anyway, I proceeded to contact some of his FB friends, asking had they seen my son. They said no. and the other FB friend did not reply to me. So, I followed my hunch that he was at another friend's house for whom I told our son he was not allowed to go to--this friend and family are big into pot. Well, luckily since I'm good at remembering phone numbers, even ones I rarely, if ever, use., I was able to recall and dial. Lo and behold our son was there. I told him I was heading right over there, again another twenty minute ride-to pick him up. I brought my husband along with me. Once there, I honked horn, and he came out of their house a few minutes later. I turned on the dome light of the car to find our son was under the influence of pot. Boy, did I let him have my a piece of mind. I really think I scared my husband. My husband backed me up on this. I lost my temper, I admit, but I did not hurt him. I really wanted to, though. I was that mad. I trusted him again, and he played me for the fool. Guess I gotta ground him for a while.