Wednesday nights is our Scout Cub night. So from 7-8:30 Matt takes part in the Cub Scouts. In the past we've been carpooling with one of Matt's buddies. Which is cool. I have no problem with that. It helps me out when Steve is working, and if her hubby is gone, it helps her out. So tonite, she phones and asks if Matt's going. I say , yeah, Steve is actually helping out so he can drive N both ways." "Cool" she says 'cos she's totally not feeling well. Fine and dandy. Then about 8:40 pm, I get a phone call, that I can hardly understand, and it's only AFTER I hang up that I think...wait...did she just say they weren't home yet? WHAT?! Is it just me, but when my kids are expected home I'm home to receive them! Especially if someone else is driving them home! Are you kidding me? 9:10 I hear a knock on my door and it's N's mom asking if he's here. I say, no. So she goes back to her house. 5 mins later Steve arrives home and says that he just made it to her house as she was pulling in the drive way. "Luckily" he was stopped by not one, but two trains on the way home from Cubs.
So I guess he wasn't any later than he would have been normally, but still. My problem is with the idea as a whole.
I don't know. Maybe it's just me.
