I did a bad thing today.
It was at Megan's gym.
It was the last day for the first of the coaches who are leaving this month. The mood in the gym was sad. All of us with daughters who worked with this young woman are happy for her, but sorry to see her go. There was a cake and presents and after the workout, most of us gathered for a good-bye dinner, even though it was late and a school night.
That's not the bad thing I did.
No, my crime was talking too much. One of the boys' team moms -- who has been away for over a week while her son competed at Regionals in Hawaii -- noted her surprise at seeing us there tonight. She had heard all the rumors that we were already gone. And she said she was happy to see we were not.
And that's when the floodgates opened. After our flirtation with the other gym (and the realization that discretion was not possible in this arena), I forgot about being circumspect, and I talked -- honestly and openly -- about our tryout, why we are staying -- and why losing our wonderful coaches prompted me to see if the grass was greener somewhere else.
But I also made some comments about another parent who has been driving me up the wall -- and was not there to defend herself.
If one phone call to a coach at another gym could be immediately communicated to the population at large... I have a feeling this parent already knows exactly what I was saying about her.
I grew up in a very confrontational household. Kids with parents who are always in people's faces either learn to fight back directly -- or become passive-agressive, like me. When this woman started badmouthing our gym to other parents, I should have spoken up. Instead, I crossed my fingers that she would get so fed up with the perceived problems that she would leave. When she began an active campaign to get some of the coaches fired, I defended them -- but did not tell this woman off to her face. She is a drama queen -- and having grown up surrounded by drama, I do all I can to avoid it.
I try very hard to be a nice person. I like most people, and if I don't like someone, I just stay away. In this case, limiting contact isn't really possible. And I'm afraid that the drama I want to avoid will be waiting for me on Friday when Megan is back at the gym. And I deserve it.