She promised she would have never walked alone on the streets.
But how was she supposed to know that the distance between her friend #1's home and her friend #2's home was that big??
Yep, the two houses aren't that close as she wanted to believe.
Fact is she is out of school. Friend s#1 called her and invited her for a sleepover Monday night. I know her mother. Nice woman. Most importantly a stay-at-home-mom. Perfect. She could have watched over both girls.
D'ya think?
Wrong.
Because friend#1' s mom apparently was completely unaware that her daughter and MINE were walking, completely lost and thirsty and alone, in the middle of this neighborhood where friend #1 lives....that is so freaking big they are thinking to turn it in a new town.
I was working. Reassured that she was having a good supervision. After all, she had called me two hours earlier.
Then....she called me again and told me she was lost. She had not idea how to come back to her friend home.
The friend wasn't with her, naturally. So, she had broken another rule....a rule that recites: always be with the friend with whom originally you are staying.
So this truly yours, up to then so professional and put together, dropped everything she was doing at work and run out of the office with her cell glued to her ear trying to track down her daughter and figure out where in the hell she might be.
I was driving at what seemed 195 mph. Now, it already doesn't take me much to speed so i was really driving fast, zigzagando through all those stupid and slow cars evidently put on Earth to slow me down.
My daughter called me back again and told me the name of the street where they happened to be. I had no idea where it could be. I told you, this neighborhood IS a town already.
It took me 15 minutes to arrive there and another 10-15 before i could finally locate her.
I called friend's #1 mom....no answer..damn woman...bet she was watching Oprah and, clearly, NOT watching over her own daughter and mine!
I decided to drive to her house....well...guess what? .....she wasn't even at home!!
I went back to the path that the girls most likely could have done ..i dont' know..i was thinking maybe they had decided to go at the community pool.. Heck if i had any idea of where to look for her!.
I was starting to let the anxiety raise dangerously... ...
And finally...i saw her.
It was 3pm...Texas heat....they were red in their face like boiled lobster, dehydrated an pretty shaken. I bet that most of all she was freaking out in the anticipation of my fury.
I didn't say a word and ordered her to get in the car. Naturally i had to drop home also the other irresponsible girl who was with her. Who, btw, was limping because she had hurt her foot.
Geez...
I was simply furious.
And when i am this mad, i don't talk. I prefer hold it back. Or i might end up saying something i could regret. I don't talk. I freeze.
She tried only once to explain her behavior but understood it wasn't just the right moment.
We arrived at home. I was still in silence. I told her to go to her room and clean it up everything.
Luckily, a long talk at the phone with my friend helped me to let the steam out .....laughter and sweet nothing put me definitely in a better mood. And since it was dinner time we sat at the table and we talked.
I needed to let her know that most of all she had scared me to death. That i was mad at her for worrying me in that way. That i was convinced she was more responsible.
She explained me the whole messed up.....she said she didn't think she was worrying me that much...and that she was very sorry.
At the end...we reached a compromise...i promised i would give her another chance to show me she has really understood what happened and the seriousness of all. And she promised to think more before doing something so stupid like going from point A to point B at 3pm in the Texas summer with no clue where to be or go.
Naturally, no phone call and computer time for one week. Life can be complicated when you are a working single mom.
For as much as you try to plan and organize your kid's life and keep her safe too...the unexpected always jumps at your throat.
At the end...i am thinking that life is really ironic sometimes....in fact, .what better way to start my daughter's scary teen ager era if not with a big scare?.....lol....
Because my daughter tomorrow, Friday 13, will be officially a teen ager......13 years old ......
Somebody pass me the Valium, thanks...:-)
And........oh, where the time goes?
So, Baba, topolino, chicca. sweetie, little lady ..........Happy Birthday!!
