And I scared the Toad. Apparently, I have inadvertently stumbled onto the single most horrifying word he could imagine.
It inspired him to agree to work some overnights. He's been motivated to change his availability at work, in general. It's motivated him to come home from said overnight shift and shovel the sidewalks (it had snowed like the dickens that night) AND brush off my van because he knew we'd be leaving for church in a few hours.
It changed his attitude.
He cleaned his room (a whole other post in itself!)
Yeppers. Fear of God. In a word, uttered by me, in an unthreatening, unangry tone--a serious, no-holds barred, I really mean it tone, but not an angry one.
The word?
Can you guess it?
Rent.
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Whatever works. :)
When I mentioned rent to my oldest he decided to move out. I've been nudging that direction with the girl, but since she's only 17 I'm stuck with her for a while longer. However, I have promised that if things don't get better the only gift she will be getting for her 18th birthday will be moving boxes!!
I've been threatening "Check out time is 18" for at least two years (Toad will be 20 next month) and every time I say it, my mother has a seizure.
She had the same snit when I threatened to move him to the garage, with the squirrels, too.
You'd think she figured out that I could not actually toss him out (he's bigger than I am, anyway.) *sigh*
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