It was looking to be a good day. Then Asher broke his arm. A little kid at school who adores him knocked him over in his enthusiasm. That's rep soccer over, most likely. It's hopefully not actually broken, but a break in the small scaphoid bone often doesn't show up until it starts to heal, http://orthoinfo.aaos.org/fact/thr_report.cfm?Thread_ID=253 so he has to wait a week and a half in a big fat white plaster cast. Finn was the last one to break an arm, and the time before. And Christy has an arthroscopy on her wrist tomorrow morning, so we have to be at the hospital before half past seven. Another day off school is the only bonus there. I had to break the news to the soccer coach, and that was hard. It means all our plans over the next couple of weeks have changed.
And my friend, whose 12 year old son did something wrong recently that influenced all our sons, is being a total dickhead. She invited Finn to her ten year old's birthday, and made some stupid joke in an email about whether I was 'cutting off contact with her family' and it really was very childish considering what good friends we are. We, all the parents, had all decided on Tuesday never to mention the issue again and there she is making dumb jokes. That didn't help today either, huh.
And so. I'm sitting here at the computer with Monty. He's the big green lizard toy who came on our last road trip. He spends a lot of time in our company *g* but he's always cuddled up to Finn at night.
So. Really hard crappy day. But I have coffee ready. And a neenish tart *g*