Yes, I'm a bad mother, or: WHAT WAS I THINKING!?

I hate having to make split second decisions. I'm not at my best when I have to make a snap choice. It takes me at least a few minutes to look over the possibilities and decide which path is the best; if I don't have those few minutes I'm much more prone to make a bad decision because I make it based on the information that comes immediately to mind, which usually isn't enough.

The teen, unfortunately, is very fond of pushing for snap decisions. As far as he's concerned if he's asked a question he deserves an immediate answer. Tell him you want time to think about it and he'll pester you so badly you can't pull your thoughts together enough to think about anything! The husband is better at dealing with that than I am. He stays calm and just keeps repeating that he'll think about it, where I get very flustered and usually come out with the answer the teen wants. Which isn't necessarily the best decision.

Right now he's out with a friend, paintballing. I had to make a snap decision about whether or not to let him go, while the friend was standing there in the doorway and the teen was pushing for an answer. I wound up letting him go.

Of course, as soon as they pulled out of the driveway I realized I'd really screwed up. They're not going anywhere that's organized for this. They're just going out on their own, with no protective gear, into the woods nearby. Did I mention it's getting dark?

The husband is going to kill me.

Please, oh please let the teen come home with both eyes and nothing broken.