This afternoon while I was teaching class I got a call from Middle Boy that started with the words "You're going to be mad."

Now...I get calls that start like that a lot, so I usually don't think to much about it. It seems that Middle Boy was screwing around on the stairs at school and jumped/fell down and sprained his ankle and the nurse said he needed crutches.

I ended up having to meet him and Mentor R at the urgent care center, because I had the insurance cards and needed to sign the paperwork.

So much for respite!!