Well, isn't this ironic?
Ever since Surfer Dude and one of his best friends auditioned for a play, it's been a mess. To sum it up as succinctly as possible:
The friend got the lead and chose to do both the play and the soccer - a near impossible feat unless you have a clone.
Surfer Dude was offered the second lead and turned it down, wanting to focus on his number one love - soccer.
The chaos this has caused in our soccer carpool (all the way to the other side of town twice a week) has been enormous. And I'm not for a second jumping on the friend (or his parents) for doing this. I wouldn't do it, but I get it. I totally get it. They're ultimately going to be the ones tearing their hair out, and with the perspective of having older children, I think this is the sort of situation you have to get yourself into at least once - just to make you refuse to ever do it again. To add to this, they changed the times of the soccer practices, which sent normally even-keeled me into such a tizzy that I wrote a scathing letter to the soccer association. (Their response? A very PC version of "bite my ass"). Add in the rain-outs and the rescheduled double headers and it's been a very long season already. And we've only played two games.
So today, after Gumby had to come home from school at 10 am for an upset stomach, after Sasquatch came home from school at 6 pm and got all teenaged and hormonal on me, after Surfer Dude came in from his soccer practice sobbing in pain from a fall (and this kid never sobs. Never), after I spent my night off in my very own ER, the xray has spoken...
Out for the rest of the season.