We had soccer today and like every weekend when we have a home game, Imogen and Madeline asked if they could take Ivy and Noah to the park.
Usually, I say ‘no’.
I can’t see the park from the field and besides that, I like everyone to stay together, to cheer the boy on, you know.
Today, I said ‘yes’.
Big mistake.
Enormous.
The game started and David asked if I wanted him to go and get the kids.
‘No’, I said, ‘I trust the girls’.
So, the game came and went and still no sign of any of the kids. We sent AJ up to the park to tell the girls to stay put and that we would drive around to meet them.
When we got there Ivy and Noah were on the play equipment, Lily was there but Imogen and Madeline were off sitting on a park bench, chatting with their ‘boyfriends’.
I know I did not handle things well.
I know I saw red;
because I trusted them and they broke that trust, I trusted them with my babies, for goodness sake,
because, they used the babies as a guise to meet up with the boys,
because they were sneaky and texted those males to come meet them without my knowledge,
because I trusted them, ok?
I felt stupid and niave. I felt used up and so I got angry and I ranted and raved like a screaming lunatic and David didn’t back me up, instead he reprimanded me in front of the children for being childish.
Now they are grounded for, like, forever and there will be no birthday sleepover and they have lost their phone priviledges too until they are twenty eight.
I’ve asked them for an apology and here I sit typing, six hours later, and I am still waiting.
There must have been a time when my parents thanked their lucky stars for having a fat and ugly child because they would have felt safe in the knowledge that there would be none of this boyfriend bulltwang.
I knew I would not cope well with this stage.
I just did.
It’s like a sixth sense.
I’m not joking.
Okay, maybe just a little…
Adolescents scare the living bejaysus out of me.
