Lately my daughter, the Demon Child and I have been getting along quite well. We’ve been talking about her classes for next year, ideas for university, clothes, shopping…usual girl stuff. In fact, I was even considering re-christening her with a new name, like Weird One or Sponge Bobbette or.. . Whether it was the anticipation of our girls trip to Hawaii (see Brilliant, Brave or Just Plain Batty), maturity, or forced proximity, our relationship seemed to be thriving.
In the afternoon the mom of one of the girls going to Hawaii with us came over. She had some items she wanted to discuss which involved various important health and medical issues faced by her daughter. As we chatted I reiterated my “rules for playing nice.” – no alcohol, no boys, the three girls sticking together at all times, a curfew of not later than midnight and dinner together every night. After all, my daughter and her two friends are 16 and in grade 11; I am the only grown-up on the trip. I did inform the mom that I will be consuming some alcohol during the trip, and plan to have some in the room – I have a feeling I am going to need the occasional glass of chardonnay or corona or Mai Tai or…
Because of the age of the girls, the reality of a foreign country with different drinking ages than Canada, I wanted to clarify any and all concerns before we go. The last thing I want is for any of us to land in jail or the hospital due to silly preventable behaviour. Yep, we’re leaving the still and the grow op at home.
Last night that same girl hosted a party for her boyfriend which my daughter attended. The Demon Child was all excited as she got ready for the party, and asked me to pick her up at midnight. Which I did.
And then I got an absolute earful.
“What did I do?” I didn’t do anything!? Really!
“You told my friend’s mom that she had been drinking, and you got all mad at her and yelled at her. Mom, how could you? I’m NEVER going to tell you anything ever again.”
Do you remember that game telephone from when you were a kid? One person would tell the next a “secret”, and the “secret” would be shared around the circle. Inevitably the “secret” at the end would be completely different from the “secret” at the beginning.Well, that’s my situation; the mom and I had a normal, reasonable conversation that was totally morphed and changed into something unrecognizable when discussed among the teenage girls, and then explained to me. When I tried to explain that to the Demon Child she didn’t buy it; nope, much easier to cast mom as the villain.
Do you think there’s still time to cancel the trip? Do you think the girls will forget all about this and not be angry? What if they won’t speak to me? Maybe then I’ll have a really relaxing and peaceful vacation. Yeah, and maybe hell will freeze over.