OK I just read the first 7 pages.
I lost my award a long time ago. The time I lost it and will never get a second chance was when youngest DS was about 14 or 15. DD and her 2 DD were staying with us. DS was having a fit about who knows what as I came in the front door he ran into and almost knocked me over. Some how I got him back in the house and found out he was on his way to running away, He was told he could not do some thing by DH. Told him to go to his room and he said "Fine. I will just jump out the window". His room was on the 2nd floor and had a cement slab under it. By this time I had enough I don't know how or why but I some how got him in a kitchen chair and duck taped him to it. Both arm and legs and around his chest. The poor DGDs were in shock, to Nana like this. DS just kept running his mouth . Agian why I will never know but I picked up the phone and called 911, we live in a tiny town. I told them they needed to send some one out to our house that I had duck taped my son to the chair and I was eyeing the stairs. The lady ask if he was acting out, told her just one of those teen age days. Well a few minutes later here come the police. The officer ask what happen and I told him. He ask if he could take DS out side to talk to him. I told him sure but if he let him out of the chair and he ran away he would have to bring him home, said he would leave him in the chair and just roll DS out side. DS almost had a heart attack he thought he was going to get to make that trip down the stairs after all. Few minutes later they came back in and the officer ask for something to cut DS lose with. He said the problem was taken care of. I don't know what was said that night but after that all I had to say was I have duck tape. DGD still think that is why there is a roll of tape in kitchen junk drawer. When people staring tell those crazy family stories DS is the first one to tell the story about the night I called 911 on him. He is an almost well adjusted 23 year old now
