And yesterday DS6 tells me it's the worst thing that's ever happened to him, he hates me, he'll kill me, he wishes he wasn't even alive. The cause of so much distress? - DS5 was sick/vomiting, so DS6 couldn't go to soccer practice.
Montana, I think we could benefit from some cognitive therapy here too - catastrophising features far too much.
And really, don't you think that if anyone should get to feel sorry for themselves it should be the mother whose face was vomitted on! Bleugh - while checking seat belt straps - point blank.
