I'd had this huge argument with my son the other day. He is my adult child, now, 21. He had gotten so insanely angry with me. He was red as a tomato and screaming at me "SHUT UP"! All the while smashing one of my dining room chairs off the ceiling onto the floor. There's still a big hole in the ceiling and a knick in the linoleum.

As I am not accustomed to such loss of control I immediately jumped out of my chair and yelled "HEY"! Meanwhile thinking, "my goodness this boy is really make me whup his grown arse".

Luckily for him, I was sane, and walked out of the house and immediately laid course for the half-way house I had graduated from years ago.

Now I said that I was "sane", but I use that word lightly, because what hapeened next, would have even you beg to differ.

I got to the house and knocked on the door. As I waited for someone to come to the door I began thinking to myself, Tommi,
"Your wearing summer pajamas, it's 20 degrees out and your newly bleached hair is sticking straight up, You look like a madwoman"!

A counseloor then came to the door and she gave me this...LOOK. I can only imagine what she was thinking. I said to her in a panicky fashion, " I need to come in to talk to someone, my son is at home having some kind of psychotic break, I'm freezing and I need to calm down"! She repliedI, "I can't let you in here we have rules about that". I just waved my hands and left and headed back toward home.

Now..I'm half dressed and freezing, walking down the steet in the middle of the city looking like freezemeister. Dare I say... "homicidal"? After all I was thinking the entire way home; " I'll kill'em, I'll Kill'em, I'll Kill'em, I'll kill'em, yeah, yeah kill'em", repetitively all the way to the front porch. As I approached the front door I took a deep breath, uncertain then of my sons coming fate.

When I opened the door, there was my son hunched over on the ground desperately trying to piece together the dining room chair. He looked up at me with his tear-filled eyes and said, "I'm sorry I lost control Mom, I quit hanging out with my friends and drinking as much and I guess i'm just moody. I got offered a good job and I can make the money I need for my studio and I can do all my recording here at home and not have to pay booth fees".

Needless to say, I didn't have to whup or kill my son. I knelt down next to him and kissed him on the top of his head, hugged him and said, "that's ok baby". As I held him there with my chin resting atop his head I thought to myself, "your a twisted woman Tommi Cordial".

Tommi Cordial