There is more. After my first fit? It got worse.
We waited all night for a text. ALL night. Hannah never texted us to tell us when she needed a ride. Our texts were never answered.
Long about 10:30 I was pissed. Unbelievably pissed. The dance had been over since 10. We had waited for a text to tell us what part of the evening we would be driving. After texting the 5th unanswered text, I texted Hannah's BFF (also at the dance) and asked her where Hannah was.
Hannah called me, from the dance minutes later. Apparently she had gotten the time wrong and the dance ended at 11. I couldn't hear Hannah, and we were disconnected 3 times, so finally I texted her back on her BFF's phone and told her when she left the dance, she was to come straight home.
At 11:15 she knocked on the front door. I was already in bed and went downstairs to let her in. Silently. I walked back upstairs and went back to bed. Seething.
At 11:45 Hannah's BFF's Mom starts texting me. I am asleep, or was asleep. I walk into Hannah's room, take her phone and walk back out and go back to bed.
So this morning the poop hit the fan. Hannah got chewed out by David, she got chewed out by me, she lost her phone. Her phone is now only used when she is at school or at soccer practice. The moment she walks in the door, her phone goes in a box. Off.
When Hannah can use her phone to communicate with her parents, and not as a social tool, she will be allowed to use it again. We explained it would not kill her to check in with us every once and a while.
Did I behave badly? Yes. Did I throw a fit? Yup.