I Guess That Makes Me a Trailer Park Mom...
On Friday, Eva and her friend went to the Stampede. The plan was that we would pick up her friend and I would drive them to the C-train station where they would ride the train to the Stampede grounds. H's step-dad, a strange angry little man, was home and he informed us that her mom would pick them up in the evening. "From the C-train station?" Eva, quite appropriately, asked.
I thought he was going to blow a gasket. "There's no way that H will be taking a train home from the Stampede!" he sputtered. "Things happen on the train!"
Okay, so I let that go. And then as H proceeded to get ready to go, he kept at her, snarking about how she was doing this wrong or her attitude was poor, and then looking at me, as if for approval. I said nothing, although perhaps I should have (although it certainly wouldn't have been what he expected). In his defence, I guess he has only been a dad for a couple of years and didn't have the experience of growing into fatherhood with her, but he didn't need to make up for lost opportunities to assert his authority. It certainly didn't impress me at all.
Eva arrived home at 5:30 pm - hours sooner than I expected - as H had spent all her money on games and snowcones and had gotten bored. Eva had already gone earlier that week with some other friends so she said meh let's just go home then.
It turns out H's mom had picked them up from the train station and apparently received a reaming out from her husband because she had let the girls (14 and 15 years old) ride the train by themselves at 5:00pm. Unbeknownst to me, when we picked H up in the morning, he had assumed that I was riding with them on the train down to the Stampede at 11:00am and escorting them to the gates. The girls wisely didn't tune him in as to what really happened.
Am I totally out of line here? Eva has been taking the train by herself for a year or two now, and I think these short trips are an excellent way to get to know the city, to gain some independence and to demonstrate her responsibility.
I think he was a complete shite about this. And I'm sure he thinks I'm a crack dealer mom now.
My back is starting to feel a lot better! By the end of the week I expect to be doing back flips. Well at least exercising again.
You know, I originally thought that I pulled something while exercising, but then I remembered I also cleaned the house on Friday, so that must have been what did it. Because I exercise pretty much every day and I've always been fine, but house cleaning, now that's another story.
That shit'll kill you.