I don't have teens yet (and am terrified), but I can say with absolute certainty that if I'd hung up on my mother, I would not have seen the light of day, nor spoken to any of my friends, nor watched TV, ... in short ... had ANY fun ... for at least a week. To me, the disrespect in that and the "show" it put on for the other kids is the bigger issue.
My mom had all sorts of absurd phone-related rules. I'm so old that we only got call waiting when I was in 10th grade (I remember the day). My mom had to work a ton and then was a bit of a twelve-step meeting addict (al-anon, adult children of alcoholics), so I was home alone a lot. I was only allowed to be on the phone from the top of the hour to the bottom of the hour, and had to be off from the bottom to the top so she could call, or her friends could call (and I could tell them she wasn't home or take a message). If I went somewhere you'd better believe that I was where I said I would be, and with whom. I remember the ONE time I was somewhere else, and came home late ... our house was at the end of the street on the cul-de-sac, so you could see the front door as you drove down the street. I came home to her silhouette in the front door, light behind her, hand on hip ... my friend asked if I just wanted him to drive away.
I think I'd punish about the hanging up, and then have a conversation about destinations and plan changes and what the very specific consequences will be if it happens again. It's not a "whatever". In this world (or in the scary world in my head) we need to know where they are. What if some a$$hole shoots up the mall, and you didn't know she was there? (yes, this is how my mind works). But then, I make my kids carry walkie-talkies around the neighborhood so I can reach them, and if they go somewhere beyond the set parameters w/o permission, there is hell to pay.
My mom had all sorts of absurd phone-related rules. I'm so old that we only got call waiting when I was in 10th grade (I remember the day). My mom had to work a ton and then was a bit of a twelve-step meeting addict (al-anon, adult children of alcoholics), so I was home alone a lot. I was only allowed to be on the phone from the top of the hour to the bottom of the hour, and had to be off from the bottom to the top so she could call, or her friends could call (and I could tell them she wasn't home or take a message). If I went somewhere you'd better believe that I was where I said I would be, and with whom. I remember the ONE time I was somewhere else, and came home late ... our house was at the end of the street on the cul-de-sac, so you could see the front door as you drove down the street. I came home to her silhouette in the front door, light behind her, hand on hip ... my friend asked if I just wanted him to drive away.
I think I'd punish about the hanging up, and then have a conversation about destinations and plan changes and what the very specific consequences will be if it happens again. It's not a "whatever". In this world (or in the scary world in my head) we need to know where they are. What if some a$$hole shoots up the mall, and you didn't know she was there? (yes, this is how my mind works). But then, I make my kids carry walkie-talkies around the neighborhood so I can reach them, and if they go somewhere beyond the set parameters w/o permission, there is hell to pay.
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