How was the weekend?
Saturday 6let had a noon futsal game. He bashed his foot into the floor and was practically in tears after the game. He had another game at 2 so we stuck around to see if the foot got better. It didn't so we just stayed to cheer. Asshole dad said "I would have bailed." That's why he's an asshole. We were already there and had planned to stay. Sometimes it is about the team not the individual.
Sunday was church and 6let was still a hurting pup. There was a large knot that brought tears when I touched it so we headed to Urgent Care. We've been there 4 times with suspected breaks. Thankfully, this time was the first time it WASN'T a break.
I sent off my "breezy" email to find out about some tom-foolery with M2's soccer team. I don't know what a reasonable response time is, but I'm already annoyed that it's been 20 hrs. I fully accept my crazy in this.