DEATH OF THE PLAYSTATION
The other day my teenage video game addict was asked to turn off the Playstation. He didn't listen. The game console got taken away and added to the pile of confiscated goods in my bedroom. The next day, I caught him in my room, playing his Playstation on OUR TV! I was already upset by something else going on, and the fact that he had the gall to do that just drove me over the top. I asked him to turn it off, and he complained and whined about it. So I helped him. Then he complained and whined louder, telling me that I NEVER LET HIM DO ANYTHING! So I snapped. I unplugged that Playstation 2, took it outside and swung it over my head by the power cord. I felt a surge of adrenaline as I let that thing soar through the air and hit the cement patio. After two hits, it was in several pieces on the ground. It felt SOOOO GOOOOD. I think many of my frustrations we released when that thing shattered. But I did feel some guilt. My poor son was so upset. Mind you, we have a backup game console, the exact same kind (long story), so the loss of this one is not too horrific. The other kids saw the remains of the console and asked throughout the day what happened. Hopefully a lesson was learned.
What do you think? Too harsh?