So the boy spent the night out. He wanted to go to an away football game, but the ride details were vague and I told him that when I was a sophmore we went out drinking after the games, so unless there was a parent present- it was not gonna happen. So he calls and says he is just spending the night down the street. The boy's mother calls to confirm this. Anyway I go to sleep at 9 ish and then the hubby wakes me to tell me that the boy is back with a half empty bottle of vodka. It was my son's money and her son's connection. They were both drunk.

OBVIOUSLY I am upset. He is in counseling and military school ($20000) is in his sights. But the fear was pot and failing school. I am confused and not sure if this is the final straw. I experimented at that age too, but that does not make it right. Even the mean hubby thinks this might not be it. I tried to call his counselor, but he is out of town.


The two of them are gonna kill me... that is all I have to say.

I do know one thing- he will be cutting our grass shortly- it will be almost 100 today. I can at least inflict the hangover misery on him.

-- Edited by Ruby at 08:12, 2007-08-25