A typical Saturday

The wrestling between the boys begins.  It's cold outside.  Friends can't play.  I have a good idea Jackson .. what Eli ... let's grab each other and throw each other as hard as we can across the living room.  Here .. you lay there and I'll jump on you.  Watch how far I can jump off the couch.  Check out this flip.  Get over here.  You think you can take me?  Feel this sucka ... laughing.  haha.  It's all fun and games until ...

Enter me.  "OKAY BOYS ENOUGH ... because why?... not that you asked but the why is because someone is going to end up in the ER and I just don't have time for that today".  

Boys don't learn.  There's something in a boy that thirsts for more violence... to push things a bit further ... to see how high the pain tolerance is.

Frankly.  I don't get it.  Personally when something starts to feel the least bit uncomfortable .. I'm out.

OUCH JACKSON THAT FRICKIN HURT.  You fatso.  ELI I'M GOING TO CRUSH YOUR SKULL.  get over here you punk.  I HATE YOU.

Enter grunts ... more yelling ... and then ... here it comes ... screaming turns to crying...

Enter more insults.  Enter slamming doors.  Enter me yelling.

Eli go to your room.  Jackson follows me downstairs.  Is it necessary son to call your brother horrible names when you fight?  Whatever mom.  Excuse me?  Go to your room.  Now.

And here's where things start to go even more south than south of the border.

Jackson "uh yeah .. nah. I'm good"

Seriously?  Did you seriously say that to me?  He starts to run.  Up the stairs ...out the back door .. slammed it.  Not wearing shoes.  And it's cold.

I locked it.  Went to the front door.  Locked it.

Eli comes down the stairs.  "you can't lock Jackson outside mom.  it's cold"

Okay kid.  This is the same human that just almost knocked you unconscious. Now you take his side?  What kind of sick world do I live in?

No.  He can stay out there until he's ready to come in and apologize to me.

Eli "no mom.  You CAN NOT DO THAT TO JACKSON".

Yeah.  Okay.  But don't unlock the door for him.

I turn to walk in the kitchen and Eli says "I said you can't do that to Jackson so I called 9-11"

Head.  Snap.  WHAT???  As my phone starts ringing.  I pick up to talk to dispatcher "oh silly boys ... no ... we are good ... no need to send back-up .. I've got this.  Out numbered .. but I'll be fine"

As I was on the phone, Eli let his brother in.  Jackson storms upstairs and packs his bags to run away.

"You know how cold it is out there right?  Well .. of course you do.  So I'd grab a jacket"

And he was off.  As Eli is in a complete tailspin at this point.  Where'd he go?  When's he coming home?  Go look for him mom.  Do you remember what started this son?

20 minutes later .... after a short text conversation with me ....with the threat of losing his phone forever ... he was back.

Okay.  What's for dinner boys?